Dance With Pride

Dance to the drums, the sound of rain, the sound of thunder

Shell shakers and rattles, eagle bone whistles around their necks

We may no longer be in the southern lands, now in the western lands we carry our honor with our feet

Our native heritage expressed in pride, now together sixty-seven tribal nations, the drums of wonder beat

Inside the arbor praying on behalf of others, a sundance, a stomp dance, the truth must meet

The native Great Plains, the flowing Great Lakes the ceremonial prayer, the souls of the past

A powwow so great, Cheyenne, Comanche, Kiow, Ponca, Fort Sill Apache, a mountain spirit dance

The lost battles, the running horses, the disgrace we can not hide, the haunting shadows left behind

Sacrifice our food and water, a turtles shell hangs from our neck and bear fangs of respect

A triumph of a kingdom of love and peace lights the fire inside, let the rythmn ride

The leather dress, the chief's head dress, fanned feathers of radiance, dignity, and stride

We chant and sing with mighty power of the minds, as we stand together in a new generation of "Dance With Pride"