Ancestors

Echoes of the past
Whisper through my veins
Places that I've never seen
Smoky fields and forest rains

The voices murmur soft and low
In tones I cannot hear
Accents I have never known
And languages unclear

Countless generations
Are watching from their realms
To see how I will carry
Our ancient family names

Stories long forgotten
Are rich inside my soul
Lives and bonds reflected
In my every role

Their years are spent and dusty
Their graves faded and cold
Their greatest deeds now shadows
But their love, I ever hold.