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I see the yearning of their hearts
to walk in open spaces
I see the shame of reservation
When I look into those faces
Their eyes burn as fire
their hair with glistening gleam
their smiles tell of tribe
honor, faith and distant dream
Oh to be part
Old, tired, lines quite earned
The faces of the "old ones"
yet content to know
content to tell
much truth unto the "young ones"
I see the moments going by
Time turned from days to years
The passing on of Native life
yet passed on with salty tears
Will these "new" braves listen?
To the ones who really know
What its like to be Indian
Will they DO what they've been shown?
Will they honor all that lives?
Will they sing the songs of life?
Or choose to continue conflict,
Living in pain and strife?
Can you look into those faces
with honesty and wisdom
and not see a path to take?
Red Road bids you "Come"!
But we can never walk
As on dust and plains
We live so differently now
but their blood remains as stains.
When I am put to rest
may I be a spirit forgiven
I've walked with them
and learned from them
Forgiveness has been given
Now its up to us
Will we teach what we've been taught?
We know their ways,
we know their hearts
We know the battles they have fought.
Faces, faces
so wise and clear
they speak to me,
they SCREAM to me
Creator grant me ears to HEAR!!
~~Šlytespirit~~
~~~~~3/31/01~~~~~
