A little Indian brave who before he was ten/played war games inthe woods with his Indian friends/& he built a dream that when he grew up/he would be a Fierce Warrior Indian Chief
Many moons passed & for the boy the dream grew strong until tomorrow he would sing his first war song/& fight his first battle/but something went wrong
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night
And so castles made of sand/melt into the sea/eventually
