Indian heart
Native soul
Ancient primordial
And centuries old
Their land taken
It was stolen
Land of the bison
Land of the eagle
Heart beats wild
Their soul is free
But forced to live in misery
Proud people
Of a proud nation
No longer living
On reservations
Indian hearts
I shed tears for you
Indian soul
I mourn the truth
Life stolen
Along with their land
Ownership forfeit
By their fellow man
Land stolen by White Europeans
In the name of conquest and greed
Called and treated like savages
The only savage is the men of the pilgrimage
By men of European privilege
Indian hearts
I feel sorrowful
Indian soul
Can never be consoled.
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