The sky is at peace just as my mind

All around is the sound and noise of the wind

The touch of the sun on my skin with the feeling of hope inside

Even I may be alone and surrounded by imprisonment

I still have the strength of my ancestors and their teachings

The land I walk on may be my own solitude of fear and depression

Yet I am not lost.

I am a warrior whose ancestors lived by the land

Its offering and its uniqueness that cannot be taken away

The language and traditions that kept us safe will guide me once again

I am one with the environment and the one who understands

It’s a blessing and divine to be united

The land is my home and fulfillment of being whole

The father of giving

The mother of offering

We are one within one another

We are made whole

Once awaken, I shall have survived as if it were a dream

Endured and engulfed the sacrament of this place

Even I, the warrior, will carry it on

Everything will not be forgotten