There's a memory
That the eagle holds high
When we were free
As the wind in the sky.
There's a feeling inside
That stirs our madness
To have a chosen life
In the fields of sadness.
There are some empty teepees
Falling into dust
Like an endangered species
We're losing way too much
We are a world forgotten
Pushed aside and left alone
But comes a time when we will rise again.
Oh Great One, hear our prayers and our song.
~written by Mojomike8~
My Other Pages
Native Ten Commandments
I Am Not Better Than You
Native American Prayer
Trail of Tears
Princess