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

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