A Warrior a Family Tradition

A protector, from the hands of the enemy
From the beasts of darkness, from hunger, from disease
To nuture our children, teach them right from wrong
To respect our elderly, to love our women, to love our brothers, our sisters
To provide for those in need, to feed, to clothe, to comfort
The lady of the moon, the spirit of our waters, mother earth, give us power
From the naked darkness, from the gift of life
We breathe the wind, we feel the pain, we climb that mountain
As we were raised to be warriors, from one generation to the next
Painted from the earths clay, molded by our mothers fingers, carved by our fathers arrow
Pouring out into our Cherokee veins, running through the timbers 
Beating drums in our chest, running wild in our dreams
A native american tradition