Great Spirit Buffalo
I would love to lock horns with you
Oh mighty Spirit Buffalo of the plains
Shall we talk of our ways that are obscure.
Where are your people, where do they dwell?
I have heard tales of the plains people
That have called your name yet where are you?
Have you forsaken them or are they blind,
is it not time for you to forgive them?
It was not their fault that they erred,
you were there watching as time passed.
The great Eagle your eyes, the bear a strength.
They needed more as a wailing child
To see you in all your glory to let them know,
that they were part of you, part of the whole.
This was a simple thing for them to be watchful
How was it that you never came back?