Through what we know, lost and what we have gained

Whatever your choice blasphemy our name

You see thats all right

Through day and night

You see we have angels, by our side

Through our ancesters they may have died

Alot are still living

And they keep on giving

Putting thier hands together

No matter the weather

We have asked with your higher being, mother nature on our side

When the four winds blow,

Do you know what happens, do you know?

You see we have asked don't cut trees that need to be,

Looking for trouble can't you see?

If you do the roots are there and you'll plainly see

And if you pull the roots you'll pay the fee

Don't pollute the water, with your junk

You'll surely be sunk.

(The air you breathe, food you eat and medicine come's from these four winds)

The ancestors too have come from these bringing wisdom for us to learn

Is there something else you yern?

Being selfish is that your Thanksgiving?

You then don't know a thing about living.

Don't cut the roots that feed you

Then what are you going to do?