Lost, Not Forgotten
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