I am an arrowhead
You found lying in the river bed
Etched to shape by battles once fought
Then where the waters rise I'm left to lie
and all my causes lost
How many have fallen by my flight
You held me close then placed me under your pillow that night
Though ancient blood still holds its stain on me
And ages past say I'm the last of my kindred
that caused your fathers to bleed
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