Wounded Soul

My eyes have seen the passing of time, though my soul wounded

I have been lifted by the sky, the nature of my ribs, has given me this life

To follow my dreams, to never give up, to know the truth, and to find the hunt

The last of my people, drowned in the riverbeds of blood spread by shooting bullets

No matter the way, the slain is the death, the souls of our life shall not be in loss

The waters will run, the flowing of our spirits will find the creator of the earth

And we will not be buried as wounded souls, but we shall refresh the thirst of hunger

As we seek to exist, under the stars, the forests will hear our voices

As we sing the song of victory, knowing our pride will not be ending in a death of shame