"Jacqueline Koh
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010 || 6:12 AM

Colors Of The Wind

You think i'm a ignorant savage, and you been so many places i guess it must be so.but still i can not see if the savage one is me, how can there be so much that you don't know..you don't know......
you think you own whatever land you land on
the earth is just a dead thing you can claim,
but i know very rock and tree and creature
has a life has a spirit has a name.
you think the only people who are people,
are the people who look and think like you,
but if you walked the footsteps of a stranger you'd learn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue cold moon,
or asked the grining bobcat why he grins.
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain,
[ Disney Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
can you paint with all the colors of the wind, can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest,
come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth,
come roll in all the riches all around you and for once never wondered what their worth
the rain storm and the river are my brothers,
the herin and the otter are my friends,
and we are all connected to each other in a Circle in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sigamore grow, if you cut it down then youll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue cold moon, or whether we are white or colored skin.
Need to sing with the voices of the mountain
need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still on your own earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind

My favourite Disney classic :)
I still remember the exact location, time and reason why i was exposed to this song.