We are Man

Pain and sorrow engraved upon canvases
The unknown keeps people in limbo
Ghosts of ancestors linger
Past experiences perpetually remain in tears
There is a longing to let go
Nature fights against the wind
Days of beauty with buffalo appear in thoughts

Ghosts of white still haunt our man
Will they ever look back and weep
Children know suicide all too well
Alcoholism is our compadre

We are man of the first kingdom
Children of the Gods
Hear cries weeping in wind
Awareness is education for our man

Upon the doors, allow perfection to flow
To listen to wind carrying silence
But sitting silent brings lessons to learn
Life is easy for the rich, yet path is to return
Road for poor is hard, but a better warrior molded

We are man
We are nature
We are the wind that blows
We are The Sioux tribe and speak Lakȟóta,
We are The Lakota Indians
We will always remain proud