Aho…Give me peace Great grandfather,
I have been at war and no fear to turn back now.
But we must go forth building a new nation old wounds healed.
Peace pipe dreams honored no acceptations to the rules.
I sage to heal as I look upon the graves to battle ghosts
Ancestors dancing the circle now known as the Red road.
Tribes spread seeming to fade just to live another day.
A fan to move the smoke signals to call the dead who are awake.
A drum to guide my feet as I pray someday they tell the story
of our people in an honored way.
I pray for rain not of water but rain of love to cultivate
barren land hearts with no seed.
A prayer dance for a future of people with brain connected to heart,
spirit that soar as high as an eagle.
I look upon the grave you see my rage of times
of broken treaties and plots.
But I heard them say White Buffalo Head Dress Woman has taken place!
Dear Great grandfather heal this heavy wounded heart.
I need a clear head a true vision and note that prophecy
had to be for visions lie not told from the start
Today this old warrior has a happy heart as the music plays
I live to see another day.