The Holy Land Is Everywhere.

It May Be That Some Little Root Of The Sacred Tree Still Lives. Nourish It Then, That It May Leaf And Bloom And Fill With Singing Birds.

The Soldiers Did Go Away And Their Towns Were Torn Down; And In The Moon Of Falling Leaves (november), They Made A Treaty With Red Cloud That Said Our Country Would Be Ours As Long As Grass Should Grow And Water Flow.

There Can Never Be Peace Between Nations Until There Is First Known That True Peace Which Is Within The Souls Of Men.

It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Lose Their Way.

The Holy Land Is Everywhere.