I rode to my homeland. And carried the memory. Over the valley below. And the heart of a nation. The war cry was blazing. And the loss of my brothers and sons. Were all in the name of civilization. The empty moon saw I was leaving. With pride and hope in my heart. The mountains talk of. Far away dreaming. So came the invasion. Across from a faraway place. Into the new world. With guns and never order. They gave us religion. Then took away all of our rights. And forced is to live. Behind their new border. Then four winds blow. And bring new vision. Where children laugh without fear. The land will speak. The people will listem. But yesterday my life was fading. With every reason to die. Ten miles to the north. As I rode my red horse. In the dying sun. And then when I saw. The white soldiers. One hundred or more in a line. Kill for the land. Saying their law will stand. What king of god do they see?. The fighting is over. No matter what fear they might bring. My country will live. The dust clouds are falling. I stood by the river. And breathingthe air that is life. Within the black hills. My spiritual calling. What king of god can this be?