I hear you
calling, mother
I feel you,
growing stronger
I see you,
lasting longer
I smell you,
always lingering
I touch you,
still alive and well....
Life goes on,
but then it doesn't
Things still change
but then they don't
Love is still the same
beating of the heart
Does the enemy
love any differently
Does the whipperwhill
love any less than we
How then,
can we all be so torn apart....
Smoke still rises
drums still beat strong
voices chant
women still sing their songs.......
Take us back
O' Great Spirit
To the day that you were on our minds
all the time.....