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I Cannot Justify I am a white girl but what was I before? An Onondaga opening the door Coulda been a pilgrim hungry for to pray Or a roaming buffalo soon to fade away Was I a little boy hiding underground An angry soldier sent to shoot John Brown Might have been red clay staining tired feet Of a broken army suffering defeat Let me grow from these clothes That cling so tightly to my soul How can I justify the narrow vantage Of these eyes Such a good disguise, I cannot justify A hooded demon did I wear bloody boots Did I fall like thunder torn from ancient roots Black wing vulture peckin? heartbroke bones Or was I an orphan born to die alone I am a white girl but what was I before? |