Native American Girl

The stars upon the sky shine bright tonight; They shine with all their everlasting light. Do they, the stars, choose fates for their own life, Or do they shine like me, a future wife? Can stars be free to choose the lights they shine, Or do their father stars choose men, like mine? Are there invaders who demand their hands So in exchange they won’t possess their lands? Could freedom be a spirit that we buy, Like charms that ward off evil to defy The gods? Am I so poor as not to be The payer of my fate as it should be? Could liberty be only white men’s dreams? Or is it choosy, sigh, as what it seems? My father said we owned this land before The white men’s ship had reached the bay ashore. So why is it I give my hand to them, The savages who kill from root to stem? Oh wait, I hear the bams and booms of war, The twangs and thumps and shrieks from fields afar. I fear the white man’s deal is off once more. It’s said the deal is not to be restored. As they advance I fear my end is near. It seems my hand was not enough to steer The white man’s presence from my home, but I’m Not sad, for now I have my freedom, I’m… I’m happy that my life was free and fine; It may have been short-lived but it was mine.