It is not blood that makes an Native American
It is the soul.
Too many... with fire of Native blood... walk ignored.
Do not say I am Apache or Kickapoo,
Do not say I am Sioux or Cherokee,
Say.... I am of the Mother Tribe.
This is the pain of our children,
To return from the stars without a home or community,
A tribe lost returns... scattered in the wind.
Those who hear must unite and reap the seed of this return.
ONE tribe...ONE Earth...ONE Heart...ONE People.
Those with ears must build a fire and give thanks this night.
Be united with ONE soul.
Oh, my Children come home
Teachers step forward without fear
You are real.
