THE WIND STILL SINGS YOUR PRAISES.
ONCE A GREAT NATION, NOW A WHISPER IN HISTORY.
LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL, FOR THE SPIRIT OF OUR PEOPLE STILL LIVES.
EVERY BLADE OF GRASS, EVERY TREE TELLS THE STORY OF OUR PLIGHT.
OUR MOTHER THE EARTH HOLDS IN ITS ARMS THOSE WHO HAVE COME AND GONE.
THE RIVERS AND BABBLING BROOKS SING THE STORY OF OUR GREAT BIRTH.
WE WERE ONCE MANY AND NOW SO FEW,
BUT IN TIME WE WILL RISE AGAIN TO MEET OUR DESTINY.
REMEMBER WHEN OUR HEARTS WERE FREE AND THE BUFFALO MANY,
REMEMBER OUR CHILDREN WHO DANCED AROUND THE CAMPFIRE.
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART,
YOU WILL HEAR AGAIN THE SONGS OF OUR PEOPLE.
LIBERATED,
FLYING WITH THE WIND,
ROAMING THE GREAT PLAINS OF OUR HAPPINESS.
THE YOUNG, OLD AND THOSE WHO ARE PART OF THE GREAT SPIRIT LIFE
WILL MEET ONCE AGAIN AT THE GREAT CAMPFIRE
TO GIVE THANKS,
FOR IT IS THE TIME OF THE RED MAN AGAIN,
WE WILL ALWAYS BE.
Author~Marianna Suarez~aka..littlesparow..
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