LOST LANDS

lost lands, the ground no longer shaken
pride stolen,honor and dignity taken
where is the place that buffalo roam
where is the land we called our home

the eagles mournful scream from the sky
is this our end is this good bye
the deer are hiding among the tree's
a way of life of culture brought to knee's

still we stand,still we drum,and still we dance
the past we dream of a futures chance
we teach our children the ways that were
in hopes that strength and movement will occur

stand strong , stand proud, sing out loud
 laugh and play remove the shroud
red faces bask under the sun
visions of quest that will be done

   T.A.L jr ©