Very brave and sad recounting of your history.
Time is lost, my people gone My way of life had long since passed The beat of the drums, the voices in song We knew the promises wouldn’t last We’ve lived through life; we’ve lived through death My people shedding tears all the way The wind, the drums, the whispers long gone We never did have a say The old ones, the warriors, the women and babes All of my people cut down Our ways, our life, the air that we breathe We were all ran into the ground We stood our ground, we fought our fight We pushed them back when they came To this day we still stand strong But our life will never be the same |
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