I've always known her face to have a smile

I've always known her life to have a style.

When I reflect every once in a while

to what it would be like to know what she knows

see the world through her eyes stumbling strong and slow.



She wants to round up all the young ones

and let them know she's here.



Her bones are sick she knows she hasn't long

because they're gunning down her story and

her song.



'you're a silly boy but your mine, you're my

favorite one of the five.



And the voices of all lost and found

are the memories of all who came before and came

before and came before us all. We shall repeat.



Hear me G-d I'm tired my heart is sad

and from where the sun stands now I'll fight

no more forever.



And the voices of all are never lost forever

they're remembered by the faces and the places

floating high above us all.



apologies to chief Joseph