A song lives from long ago, a story told for those yet unborn
lifting in the morning mist, in the golden rays the world adorned
Like a prayer so heart felt, by grandchildren now forlorn.
Lilting softly upon a sigh, water washed and smoke surrounds
Pain caught for all time, love of Mother Earth abounds
Tells of a People proud and free, held captured within sounds.
Written down upon the page, marks and scratches that we read
black and white the letters bold, hold forever a bitter creed
all was lost or so it seemed, broken hearts today still bleed.
Within the song there is a message, for the children a true blessing.
wisdom held for many ages, passed along with a testing
never sell what is not yours, leave alone that which is resting.
Do not kill with abandon, for fear you kill your own tomorrow
never take more than you need, or you cause your grandchildren sorrow
with what you have be satisfied, from another never borrow.
Remember always who you are, and give thanks with all your heart
protect your Mother Earth and all her children, raise your hand do your part
do not lie or cheat, ask forgiveness for lives you take, simple prayer is a start.
Keep the connection to your center, know your blood and your reasons
stay true to your promise, do not get lost beneath their changing legions
hold fast to your own path, know your way and your seasons.
Teach our young to fight on, hold our visions in their spirits
with blood we paid so many years, to a Sacred place draw them near it
ancestors sing within our being, pounding drums thunder, can you hear it?
Lessons taught so long ago, hold a purpose for what is to come
ice, fire, wind, and water, lightning strikes and ash is the sum
what once was, will be again, promise held out like a plum.
We will not forget, with every heart beat we grow stronger and our voices louder
within our hands lies the answer, clear away the nonsense and stand prouder
what they forced us to learn, has only made our cause stouter.
Genocide they still practice, yelling their hatred like frightened children caught stealing
their own lies they have hidden, the weight of blood guilt they are feeling
peeling away at the truth, the light of day makes them tremble before our healing.
Yes, it is true, a song lives from long ago, a story told for those yet unborn tomorrows
it was for us that hidden message, that prayer held in the darkness borrowed
upon the earth a new sun rises, molten gold that unveils to all the truth of our sorrows.
Sing it now with loving pride, lift your voices high and wide
tell the whole world we are still here, in the shadows we no longer hide
not ghost People anymore, with confidence across our homelands we now stride.