My skin is red, and my soul is too

A reflection of my ancestors through and through

I walk the path, it's rocky and narrow

Never straying, straight as an arrow

 

Am I deserving of my blood?

Why are we the same color as clay and mud?

We were fashioned from this very Earth

We were imbued with embers from the hearth of the Creator

 

One day we'll crumble and return to the ground

Our people will no longer be around

It's happening now, none want to speak our tongue

Not the young, not the animals nor plants

 

They lose interest, another language lost

The cost is too high for cultural extinction

We were once interesting and allies

Now all that's left is reservations and lies