Finding My Path

Where the sunflowers grow in the fields of golden luster

I am finding my path, where the whooping crane flies high

And my spirit is free in the wind at my feet, and my eyes see the light

My strength is that of a grizzly bear, my warmth, as warm, as the beaming sun

And my native tongue, will speak the truth, for the forests know my words

I shall leave no trail untouched, I shall leave no path unmarked, where the road

Ends, another begins, as the hawk cries out, and the mountain cat, makes his print

I feel the rapture of my inner spirit, the longing for the life thereafter, I belong

In the valleys of lavender, and prairie grass, I am blowing against each vine

As I talk to the skies spirit, the earth shall talk back, and they will become one

I shall run with the wolves in the olive green, of forest, and the pine will fragrant the mood

As my arms and my legs take one last touch, upon the land, where we were free

I can breathe, one last breath, I can hold, one more stone, and I can ride, one more horse

Where I will ride into the darkest of the night, and be free, once again, by the full moon

Under its power, we shall dance, to the tears of the deers in the woods, and the fox

Will no longer hide, we shall bring our native friends to the coming of a new world

Finding my path, I shall sing to the trees, and they shall take me away, with the wind

I am the Cherokee blood, the father of my children, and the husband to my wife

I shall never be captive, I shall never be punished, I shall never be anything, but myself

In strength, in forgiveness, in wisdom, and in faith, our path shall never be forgotten

Our path, we shall find