Meant To Be Free

Long ago the white man said they owned all the land 
 Pity they will never undrstand 
 The land is not their's or our's to give 
 It is here for all of us to live 
 The Great Spirit put us here to live in harmony 
 For the land like us is meant to be free 
 To honor and respect her all our days 
 For like a good mother she takes care of us in many ways 
 But soon the white man was filled with greed 
 He wanted more that he really did need 
 They fenced the lands as far as we could see 
 They told us we were no longer free 
 The lush forests and streams 
 Soon to us became a memory 
 The deer and buffalo all were gone 
 At times we wondered if we could continue to go on 
 They sent us to this barren land 
 Though many summers have past away 
 My people are no better off today 
 The acient ones look down and ask the spirits why 
 No one hears our people's cries 
 Maybe one day the white man will see the error of his ways 
 But then again it only seems 
 It's just like all my other dreams
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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