My people, my homeland, I miss who I've
been for centuries, I am an American Indian
from the Chippewa Tribe, am wild, free
as the great hawk, proud flying high
over the mountains streams and valleys.

My spirit walks among my ans esters of honor and
glory.  I, the flower of wild winds, catching dust upon
the weary faces of time.

My people are brave, raging across the universal skies
catching light beams among their spiritual guides that
console troubled hearts that can not adjust to the change
that's killing their spirit.

Defeat does not exist among my people, they move on
to follow Mother with filled waters of life.  Earth Spirit
collects treasures of memories past down among the strong.

Followers lead others to become spiritual beings of
time and space, collecting data of majestic freedom
strength from the young who shall become elders
and teachers.

I miss the warmth radiating through my being with
great wisdom and knowledge, the spirit of my people calming
the savage beast that lurks in the shadows of our world
of spirituality, love, and harmony.

Darkness shall not dominate the light of creation!

Shower forth unto man to be responsible for carrying
on with their heritage from one generation to another.

Where there is no belief there is no faith that we are
Divine Light Beings of knowing that knowledge we
carry deep will never fade away.

With this belief, we carry the light of Mother Sun
Father Moon, Stars sparkling down with love.

  Mother Earth shall flourish with our Master of
the Universe.

We are all Children of “Our Father God of Universal Love”.

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