She goes by the name of
an American with true native blood.
As she works inch by inch to reach her goal,
thereís trouble in her native soul.
She sees that earthís
demand more and more from manís dominions.
From the native lands where she was born,
she sees respect for life has turned to scorn.
For the hardships that man
Mother Earth has been enslaved.
Our native rewards from all things living,
have been replaced by servile giving.
Ancient folk tales tell
love the land in all itís glory.
The Osage-Ponca spirits have one voice,
Be forewarned we have a choice.