Our Broken Soul

Hurting, the pain, feelings of going mad, insane

A broken soul, wounded by life, I cry out, why?

Once our native people so strong, running free, with the wind at our feet

We stumble over life's mistakes, and what could have been

what road leads us now, our souls forsaken

Spirit be with us, during all of our hardship

Pray for our land, that we may grow again, no longer pain, brave

In our heart and soul, let it mend, our broken bones

For we have the pride of our forefathers, no stones

Will break our devotion to our nation

As our spirit lives, no longer a broken soul