The End of the Begin

The lion no longer sleeps, his bed is cold

The deer leap from fear of the storm moving in

Lightening strikes the tallest of trees, they crash

Splitting in two, their limbs spark into flames

I see my life flashing by, the wild horses flee

As I look down at the enemy, the cry of the wolf

In the furry of the storm, I will leave this place

For I have given my everything, in the mist of smoke

Covering our forests, our land, where man has torched

The valleys of roaming buffalo, now lay down, burning

With the desire to live, each mound of rubble

Native heart beats in time, where the turkey vultures fly

Over the dead, the corpses of crime, and punishment

The end, or the begin? I feel the heat and madness

Conquering my only mission, to give myself, my blood

And know, my country has been touched, no one denies

We began, and we shall end, but our truth shall not be shy

Living in spirit, the whimpering willows blow in the wind

While we shall find the road that leads us to eternity