Bleeding Heart
Great Spirit hear us, our Manitou.
Holy Spirit don’t let our Nations perish.
There were many millions of us living in Abya Yala
before colonists called it America.
Now only handful of us remain.
Holy spirit help us unite our Nations
into one, that we may survive.
Let the souls of our forefathers be blessed
for the genocide that they endured.
Hear us Holy Spirit the giver of live.
Let the souls of our forefathers
repose in your justice.
Our Nations are striving for peace,
God’s children with dignity,
with honor and integrity
living with God forever.
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