The Cry of the Indian
was of little use, To them
the white man turned a deaf ear,
The proud Indians were tired of
their abuse...
IN THIS, it seemed their
final year...

They once rode with great pride
and glory,
These Indians with honor and courage.
Now from the white man they hide,
Their life's blood slowly draining away...
IN THIS,
it seemed thier final year.

They once were trusting people,
A man's words meant everything.
But the white man thought them
ignorant savages... IN THIS,
it seemed their final year.

Some white man were honorable,
But of them, the number was few,
On the Indian was put the blame for everything...
IN THIS, it seemed their final year.

If you listen closely, You can still hear
their mournful cries, Cries for peace
and respect...
IN THIS, it seemed
their final year.

The Indians wanted to live peacefully,
White men would not let them.
They no longer could stand by
and be silent If they died,
it would be with honor and courage,
not shame...
IN THIS,It Is Their Final Year.
By Dawn Luck

May the Spirit always
be with you...
Thank you for walking
this path with me!
MorningStar Joni