I walk into the darkness,
to seek a vision
from the Holy Ones.
I need their aid in my quest,
to find the Red Road
in this world of adversity.
I pray the Old Ones
will grant me wisdom.
The Wisdom of the Ancients,
to make me a warrior sage.
To find the way of survival
in this age of adversity.
I call to my Spirit Helper,
to show me the truth.
Truth only we can share.
To be a warrior with a vision.
Fearless and strong,
in this world of adversity.
I send my spirit to the sky,
to ask the Sun
to grant me a vision.
To be at my side,
when I fight for the People,
in this world of adversity
I send my smoke to the Creator,
to lead me safely,
to help me go on.
To give guidance,
for a warrior to live,
in this world of adversity.
There were but two beneath the sky
The thing I came to kill, and I.
I, under covert, quietly
Watched him sense eternity
From quivering brush to pointed nose
My gun to shoulder level rose
And then I felt (I could not see)
Far off a hunter watching me.
I slowly put my rifle by,
For there were two who had to die
The thing I wished to kill, and I.
And now, Grandfather,
I ask you to bless
the White Man.
He needs your Wisdom, your guidance.
You see, for so long,
he has tried to destroy my people,
and only feels comfortable
when given power.
Bless them, show them the peace we understand,
teach them humility.
For I fear they will someday destroy themselves
and their children,
As they have done so Mother Earth.
I plead, I cry.
After all, They are my Brothers.......
I pray for my people of the past
Whose blood covers this our Mother Earth
I pray now as an Indian
Blood of my Ancestors.
Great Spirit Grandfather,
Look down upon
Your people,
For we are humble
Before you.
We seek your guidance,
So that we your people
May walk forever
In a proud manner
Before you.
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