That there’s a magic there,
in the weaving and telling,
of ancient experiences, legends and lessons,
the things the ancestors want us to know, need us to pass on,
hidden from those who don’t want us to know
how strong we are.
Look at the stories.
written in pages, whispered from ear to ear, passed,
from hand to hand
and heart to heart.
There are stories that need to get told.
Speak the truth.
It is our birthright, one of the ways we will find ourselves,
after wandering lost for so long.
Gather round and listen up.
The walls are crumbling down,
can you feel it?
Thank you for listening,