Freedom or Furry

Tattered past, the legacy of native men and women, now past

The peace pipe, all in smoke, the treaty broken, burnt up in a campfire

Freedom or furry, the mountains calling us home, the valleys grow in our name

The trails, and paths, of righteousness, fading in the wind, I still chant

For the chance to be free, though furry is still in my soul, driven away, from home

Let the fires burn in the darkness, let the sky speak to the wind, and the wolves

Lead their pack, the eagle will build his giant nest, and we shall rest

In peace, not in furry, for we are strong in everything, like the oak tree, we live

For hundreds of years, along the way, we shall stay, where the blood runs through

The rivers of many, the weak have gone, but many strong, will speak of the day

Freedom shall ring, among all men, our nation will never be the same