The Day That I Went

I rememebr the dolI I would play with

In the Buffalograss with my friends.

The sky was bright blue that day.

It would be the day that I went.

I remembering saying 'Kua'at,'

Just a simple hello to those strange men.

But they looked through me with those pale blue eyes,

It would be the day that I went.

I remember the boy next to me,

He had alwasy dressed in red.

Now torn and ripped by tha strong held grip,

It would be the day that I went.

I remember the scared cries for our mothers,

But our mothers were far off with siblings still in bed.

They dragged us to those carts far away.

It was the day that I went.

I remember four years later,

Forced to learn the tongue of those white men.

Always so stiff and tired, lonely and bothered.

Eversice the day that I went.

I remember the day I was sent home.

Oh, the joy to be back again!

But my mother was an outcast, and my father had soon passed.

Ever since the day that I went.

I remember my daughter asking me

"When are we going home again?"

Her bright eyes still held that fire I had so desired

But lost...

Ever since the day that I went.