When I was a young boy my friends used to pretend to be soldiers Riding hard on the plains I used to lead my band of warriors Then one day I found myself getting older them days gone by Now as I walk those same fields the memories fill my eye It is almost like something was there in that time of fantasy That had prepared me to accept what today has become reality I don't remember them times being all that tough Even though today sometimes I can say that I had enough (cc1) So I took that first step to read that book And found myself in the pages in between A story told is a story known They say you don't choose medicine but it chooses you But it is the choice to be through the things that you do It's easy to be native but to be Lakota it takes one hell of a man To hold a real pipe is to be alone in a one forever stand I like to think the things I have was given with thoughts for the best But to a warriors eye even the fabric of time is just another test To walk the red road is not a choice but a must If you can't believe in your own heart then who can you trust (repeat cc1) I have seen the four directions and suffered my winter count Walked the warriors trail and heard the night say my name out loud Some say I have grown to become what others want to be Strangely I know nothing of these things for I am always just me As I laugh gently to myself I find I am thankful for things I never knew Peace of mind balanced by serenity and spirit renew But I will always remember those days long gone by As a child dancing by the fire a victory that was pretend is still mine (repeat cc1)_______________________
WROTE BY: NIGHTHORSE