A Good Day To Die
It has been many Summers
Since I came into this world
My first memory as a child
Was helping my mother gather wood
So that the women could start the fire
I remember when they lined us up
To fit us for our moccasins
They were not the usual hand me downs
They were cut from the latest hunt
The children were all smiles
Then I became a young man
Made my own bow and arrows
They taught us how to hunt
On foot or riding a horse
The secrets for survival
When I became a full-grown man
We would fight against our neighbors
After that came the white man
All the tribes became united
In our attempts to survive
We fought them but they were many
They sent us to live on barren land
Promises that were made were broken
With wanton greed I couldn't understand
The Indian way of life came to an end
Now I am old, feeble, and feel too weary
I am preparing to leave this land
Today I saw the spirit summon me
Tomarrow I will walk up the mountain
It will be a good day to die
I will pray to all the spirits
When I come to life
Let it be as an Indian
So that I can live with honor
Until it is a good day to die
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