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| Crying For A Dream by � i_m_badmedicine Remember Windriver, When the future ceased to be? And the crying of The People filled the air? And the sound of mothers' weeping was Swallowed by the hills before it hit the Reservation line? Remember Windriver, With no tomorrow to see? When The People wandered wondering How our hope could lay down? The eagles wouldn't fly For the songs on sacred smoke? Remember Windriver, When we couldn't find The Way? And this world and the next Were hand in hand? Our promise became broken And could not go on? Remember Windriver, How the world wouldn't turn? And the left behind had no Answer for each other? Because the only answer was The wind, and the sun, and the sky? Remember Windriver? Remember Windriver. This piece came about because of a time in the late 80s when the Windriver Rez lost several young men to suicide over a period of about a year and a half (28 I think was the number). I'm not from there, so I hope that anyone who is does not take offense, I don't want be grouped together with the 'anthro's' as co-opting something, or just taking. The subject just spoke to me. In the mid-90s Standing Rock went through something of the same thing, and on my rez we lost a couple young men too, after which I finished this, or at least up to this point. |
