Native

Rivers I have traveled flow deep and wide and take me to my path

Where I find another land another...

Cold and frosty the days grow colder with each wind of the blistering snow

My shadow is found on...

White capped mountains look over our plains and winters freeze

Treaded from the south to the north...

Each corner of my mind is a light of bright memory of the past

And each flame of color one that...

Wounded Knee

December 29th 1890

The icy wind blows through the trees

The Lakota...

Rivers run through the mountains our native land it brings us

Closer to the earth and deeper to the...

Left behind memories of failed moments and feelings of hurt

Not looking back any longer the road...

The gathering of the bounty, the berries and nuts, fruits that bare

The farmer, the hunter, the...

The beauty of our lands be plenty to be seen

Thanks to our native americans who gave birth to it...

A beautiful woman dressed in white and feathers of finery

Lay across her bosom so mystical and...

Once muscle, tendons, nerves, veins of blood and skin

Our bodies filled with living cells and...

Planted with faith and charity

A charity to bring their people closer

Closer to gods earth...

Corn from the field be spread, then picked with gentle hands

Hands that have lived through triumphs...

In the forrests of our lands and the hills of mountains

We run, we run free, let us be, for we own...

From every breaking day, the wind guides us to the next

Our native heritage of the powerful drums...

Like a creature from the wilderness torn apart

I feel the pain, suffering, agony of righteousness...

From the clouds beyond the mountains
that reach up to the sky
in the heavens far above them...