Created perfect...
  in your raising were you tainted

From self-interest and corruption your
  waters darkened

In the distance you were lost, unable
  to find your way back

From depths, where your spirit lies cold
  and unforgiven

But the initiation of your ancestors calls out
  from what you first knew

Holding in their hands the perfection of your
  birth,
  —forever chanting your name

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: ‘Crazy Horse Reminds’ May, 2011)