So I rise and remember
the center of centers
Horizons hue winter
on a trail long rendered
when natives lost this land
So I think I belong here
cause I've been so many places
not a one had the graces
of the faces I recall
In Oklahoma's Fall
And the red earth bleeds red winds
blackjack and cedars
a home one don't realize
is a home none sweeter
when they've been away