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Listen to the sounds of drums
And the chanting of
ancestors from where it begun
When the summer's night air
Seemed filled with
despair
From the cries of the past
And the sorrow they cast
The light of the fire danced fierce as they
played
Creating ghost dancers from out of the flame
Their message was clear and was met with a fear
To warn
off all evil from the darkness so near
The howl of the wolf cried dead in the night
A spirit
voice destined to call us to fight
Along came with it, the wisdom of the Owl
To keep all
Warriors safe in their prowl
Then the eyes of the Eagle were called to their sight
To
keep them watchful deep in the night
Ghost warriors moved out with the Great Spirit to
fight
This is our land they shouted and this is our plight
Why did you not just ask us to show you our way?
Instead
you lied and led us astray.
With honesty and pride we trusted within
Only to be
beaten and broken within
So now hear our drums and our warrior cries
And the
spirits of the creatures we call to our side
We have not gone away and we are here to stay
For we are
Native Americans who know the way.
We stand with Honor, we stand with Pride
The Great Spirit
guides us, we'll not be cast aside.
The spirit and wisdom of all living things are here to
guide
And teach all who remain.
So hear our drums and our chants from the past
See the
native dancers follow their path.
Why not just ask us to show you our way
For we have never
lied nor led you astray.
