Wards of the government were we
Occupied by the white man's decree
The trail of tears was of our misery
Your Hotchkiss guns bled Wounded Knee

Whether to be the nations we were
Or to join those of taken back offer
We fought and died right by your side
Could an Indian somehow have pride?

We loved this land before you came
And tried to turn "savages" tame
We know your treaties; we know your shame
We know we're proud of our name

You don't have all you could take from our toll
Even though this was your goal
You've killed our land by your heavy hand
Turning hallowed soil to sand

If we don't protest, the very Earth it will ring
That you took our everything
Your ways have the powers of but your sorrows
Our ways had endless tomorrows