Painted Ponies

For centuries we tamed this land We built our lives clenched hand in hand The simple ways we understand Mother Nature at our command We hunted in the month of June And slept in peace by shining moon Serenaded by crickets tune But now the end is coming soon Our lands were taken with their lies White Devils in a dark disguise False promises and alibis The death of tribes neath bloody skies Since all our future dreams denied We paint our ponies now to ride Today to battle for our pride I'll meet you on the other side