We are all one

 

We are One We are One

 

Distant rhythm in a troubled sky Angry clouds divide the sun Feels like thunder and so do I Bloody silence has begun Flying like a wounded dove Tomorrow comes undone Surrender don't come easily We try to get...over.

 

Everybody, feels the rain Falling together...together Many colors of the Spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the Spirit
We are many We are One.

 

Ask the question - What's goin' on? Why raging children run Where's the father's legacy? Where's the harvest of the son? Close your eyes and tell me what you see I see the same thing...same thing.

 

Many colors of the Spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the Spirit Many lives below the sun.

 

We are many We are One

 

 

 

 


"It was not hard to see that the white people coveted every inch of land on which we lived. Greed, human greed, wanted the last bit of ground which supported Indian feet. It was land-it has ever been the land- for which the white man oppresses the Indian and to gain possession he commits any crime. Treaties that have been made have been vain attempts to save a little of the fatherland-treaties holy to us by the smoke of the pipe-but nothing is holy to the white man. Little by little with greed and cruelty unsurpassed by the animal, he has taken all. The loaf is gone and now the white man wants the crumbs."
Standing Bear I - Lakota


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