Ghost Dance

While the Ancestors worshipped they shot them one and all. They thought they had stopped the dance as they watched the Old Ones fall. But what they did not know is that we do not die... Their bullets set us free and sent our souls to fly. High above this shadow plain where the spirit beasts do roam; We roost upon their sacred backs, and the Buffalo carry us home. We dance for our lives for the secrets of the Earth. We dance while they kill us and through death find rebirth. We dance night and day, to the drums thundering low. Singing medicine songs to honor the Buffalo. Though we may not rise today The People will not die; As long as we keep dancing, the Ghosts...You...and I. We dance for the things for which we yearn; Grass covered plains, the Buffalo’s return. The fever of freedom forever will burn, While we’re dancing with the ghosts. For there is no time frame on prophesy, This is the Vision Great One gave to me, The Heart of The People will always be, Dancing with the Ghosts... (Wado Waya Streeby for understanding.)