Natives say I need the papers.
Some folks call me misfit,
Others think I am crazy......
Quyanaqpak!
with what God did intend,
The harmony and peace
to me He did freely lend.
But I let it leave
without putting up a fight,
To do this to the wonderous gift
I know I had no right.
But now I see I must
take back those gifts so true,
And honor and protect them
this, my life, is what I'm meant to do.
No more pretending
that only I know which way to go,
I'll trust God and All My Relations
to help me along my path, to show.
Yes, I know not their thoughts yet
not their spoken tongue,
This passed away so long ago
out of my heart, when I was young.
But I know they will forgive
and still teach me of the truth,
As I once tried to learn
in the innocence of my youth.
all around you this day,
The Mystery of the Creator
in the voices His Creations say.
The wind as it cries through the pine,
the wolves howling sound up high,
The river, winding throughout this land
doesn't it make you wonder why?
Why would He create all this
if not to help us out in life,
For us to learn the truth of love
instead of all the grief and strife?
So take the time to really listen
to the Creators voice on Mother Earth,
He'll tell you the answers you seek
it's like your souls rebirth.
I thought I knew it all,
Thought only I knew the secrets
to this life I call.
Now I realize the mistake I made
in thinking this way,
For there is so much more
that I am discovering each day.
It is not all black and white
there is so much gray,
To this life we live
don't know what to say.
So, I'll bow down to life
and let it teach me what it will,
I'll not speak proud
but listen to it and let it fill.
Fill my heart with words of truth
and fill my life with the Creators plan,
Try to follow the Sacred Steps set out
instead of the steps of man!
from dawn to setting sun,
But the fear that you allow to stay
will your dreams, bring undone.
Like the twisted mass of trees
that line the rivers bank,
Your truth will get confused
if you forget to hear and thank.
Thank all around who help
to teach you lessons strong,
With quiet love for us all
showing you where you belong.
Help clean up my heart of deceit
show me where I do belong,
Speak to me of only truth
Teach me my life's song.
in my youth, now long gone,
A strong sweet tune
singing to me my hearts song.
Yet through the years
the greed and hate took it's toll,
Till that once strong voice
I couldn't hear, almost.
They tried to ingrain in me
'words of wisdom' or so they thought,
Tried to drown out the truth
and I almost did get caught.
But the whisper would not die out
my Creator kept it alive within,
Till now it's voice does rise
showing me that He will win.
The truth of my path, does lead
me on to a better way,
To let my spirit ride free
onto a happier day.
Thank you, my Creator
and all those you sent to guide,
My Relations and Mother Earth
Help me, your truth not to hide!
us all to come join hands,
To walk the Good Red Road
for the truth to take a stand.
It matters not, your tribal roots
or the length it took to return,
To the path of honesty and light
just that your heart does yearn.
To return to Mother Earth
all she's shared so free,
To respect all of Our Relations
and to follow the Great Mystery.
when the time is right
we shall all gather round,
The Great Mystery's Spirit
who's called us with His sound.
No fear of the legacy
that tried to break our Spirits heart,
Just knowing the timeless truth
This Good Red Road we'll never again depart!
