Newborn Hope

Newborn Hope

 

19 generations come and gone,

Once we were young, once we were strong.

To the land we belong,

White Buffalo greets the dawn.

 

White Buffalo shows The Way,

To a people gone astray.

So many troubles on us weigh,

White Buffalo here today.

 

White Buffalo came to me,

To show me what I do not see,

To teach me what can still be,

White Buffalo stands by me.

 

Once we freely roamed the land,

Through the grass, across the sand.

Once our freedom so largely spanned,

So much less now, by other hand -

 

White Buffalo came to me,

To show me what I do not see,

To teach me what can still be,

White Buffalo stands by me.

 

White buffalo came to me.

White buffalo stands by me.

 

Cliff Lake 6/13/2024

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