I seek with voracious focus
A valuable treasure beyond gold
Those sacred symbols my bonus
Blessings from the creator of old.
The eagles wings watching over me
Give me the vision of the hawk
That through the pain I can see
That my heritage is my rock
Tradition calling me to healing
The feathers of sacred birds surround
My ancestors voices in my ears ringing
In the land my soul feels home abound
I desire to return to the wilds of my people
To roam the woods; seeking my home
Instead I can only see colonized steeples
But onward the lost Indian roams