The Indian Spirit

An Indian spirit lingers deep in the woods, and flies free, high upon the sky.

A kind and gentle spirit loved the land and cherished it's bounty,

was the fierce, courageous one that said:  "I will be free, or I will die".

Cries of the innocent echo still, so many years gone by.

That spirit lives, their dreams survive, in my heart and in my soul.

The Sun will someday rise on a world or peace, when all live as one.

For such cause, none then shall have ever suffered in vain.

Sure as the Great Spirit looks upon us all, this day will come.