Missing Pieces

Broken promises for our native children a treaty signed decades ago

Indians lost their tribal lands and moved to a reservation with hope

Hope to give them something to look forward to, raise their family

Educate their child, clothe and feed them, give them medicine they need

No longer can they live off the lands of the past, now only missing pieces

Remain from their carved handwork of native life to survive the arrow head

Beads and leather, feathers of war, and victory, be mounted on walls in museums

Is missing its spear, its length, its sharpness, and now its piercing in a burial ground

Remains of the past be at last free spirits, but now our children be raised in white

Lands and plains of pain, not strength, not plenty, not pure, but restricted

Let us pray for our people and let them learn a new life with hope for tomorrow

May we give them a job well done and bring their face forward to the world they belong

Missing pieces of the arrow head mend and be found for the giving and the sharing

Of a land of freedom and honor today and yesterday we give grace

Let us put back together the missing pieces for our childrens sake