Song of My People - American Indian Lore

To the roof of the world… the mighty eagle flies Silently watching the Earth down below Flying mile after mile, day after day Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies From all the forests, from all of the plains From all the mountains high above Discarding sacred bones beneath the dust They see many people leave their Earthly stains We stand steadfast and strong to let people know As we walk the trails of many tears From deep within, our sacred fires burn Always remembering what our Shamans foretold Built in stony cliffs and hills beneath Earthly skies The modern world cannot foretell All the thousands of legends left untold In desolate ruins many enshrined mysteries lie Immortal, sacred images inscribed in stone were cast Held firm by rocks and boulders- left alone Proclaiming years of hallowed history Their Spirit messages and figures from out of the past One day soon, the roar of drum beats will soon be heard The four winds will lend their mighty ears While the winged-ones rejoice and soar above Remembering the past… and the hardships endured There and then... Lies the dawn of light - the mysteries revealed