Sioux’s Epitath


Don't bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Captured forever my soul shall be
Instead, let me ride where my spirt may roam
Oe'r the wide-open prairie which once was my home
There, I'll band with the Sioux to which I belong
And the gods will avenge everything that went wrong
As we ride while the eagle soars in flight
To the beat of the drums in the steal of the night
O'er that mystical land that is calling to me
An Indian brave who longs to be free

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