There's a trail of tears Flowing from our homeland Washing out the years Drowning out the red man. There's a broken heart beating like a funeral drum, A nation torn apart, So one can be born. 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~ Thanks for looking ;)