Little red indian boy...

There was a little red indian boy..
who grew up masquerading...
he loved doing so..
as nothing he does is true..
s'all like living a lie..

romance...
fury...
confusion...
humour...
despair...
etc etc...

feelings and emotions, one can always fake
a hoax story is never hard to make

eventually you please your audience
your passion grows larger and stronger

The little red indian boy grew up..
He took head of the tribe..
A tradition passed on, he holds the tribe
Such a family they are, he loves the tribe
Blood to flesh to ash, he protects the tribe

You see..
the little red indian boy s'all grown up
But no matter how old he gets
No matter where he sits in the heirachy
No matter how bold he can be
He still needs his tribe..

The little red indian boy
is nothing without his family
They are the ones who make the tribe
They are the ones who run the family
They are the ones who keep the traditions going

And for all that the little red indian boy can do
For all the emotions, feelings, that he can fake
For all the lies that he can say..
For all the greatness that he has..
For all the passion that he shares..
He needs his tribe, every step of the way

A journey awaits them...
He leads his tribe, foot by foot..
Every inch of the way..
looking back frequently..
to see the faces of they who stand with him
such gratitude he has for them..
if only they knew...


Stand by me...

Chief
Efin