And I have no place to call my home.

I am frightened and lost like a little bird,

I have a voice but am not heard.

Feelings of being alone and unloved,

I seek comfort from
the Great Spirit above.

My heart dies a little each day,

For most of my people have lost
our treasured ways.

In a great land that once was our own,

Now we are still here
but now without homes.

Waters polluted and fish die,

I still remember the white mans lie.

Now we cannot go and
hunt whenever and wherever we please,

And in the cold dark winters
some of our elders freeze.

What happened to the black bears
of yesterday?

And the deer have grown few.

Sad to say I have never seen
the great Grey wolves,

Nor the red fox
or an eagle that soars
and hunts his prey.

I only see what white men have done,

and I see these things everyday..........