written by © B. J. Carper
The sun fades
into shades of purple
the journey is near it's end
mother earth has felt
our spilled blood
The Great Spirit
has guided us on our journey
He has given us the strength
to survive the unforeseen
has seen our fallen tears
After the night sky
descends upon our beaten souls
as the white man did so long ago
we sing and dance
in celebration of our people
We shall stand bravely
and proudly hold our heads high
for the pride and wisdom of our
fore fathers has taught
us so.
Written, 4 October 1997