I could hear my farther chanting,
As dusk starts to fall.
His haunting mellow prayer,
Asking the spirits, to forgive us all.

The light eyes with their thunder sticks,
The braves that killed their foe.
The land permanently scared;
Now many moons ago.

The rain starts to fall now,
As fathers chanting starts to fade.
The rain quenches the camp fire,
Wets the teepee's we have made.

Lying huddled in my bearskin,
Warm against the cold.
I look across at my mother,
Her beautiful face looking old.

Father gathers the rabbits,
Where once the buffalo roamed.
No one ever went hungry,
We all had homes of our own.

Spirit called back my sister,
Within her second year.
She had the breathing sickness,
We named her, "Sleeping Deer."

As the wind blows across the planes;
Chilling us to the bone.
We continue to Rome around the land,
No permanent place to call home.