Blue Sky of Faith

Chilling cold, beastly hot, the land, the mountains, desserts air
Brings us to know the shadow of death
Where we want to spread our seeds of corn
The cross of infidelity, prosperity, they grow
The fields of many, bring food to the hungry.
The sun nourishes our soul, the night gives us dreams
Of a sunset in the horizon, in the blue sky of faith
The native americans dare to be free, as the spirit of the eagle flies
A world of the past , a world of tommorrow survives