5 acessos
Nations died and lost their land
And sacred ground turned to sand
Our leaders words the cries of our kin
Aswirl around us, adrift in the wind
A weapon of war invaded mankind
Fatal germs killed all left behind
Sparing those few who fled underground
Unlike the Redman would never be found
We all need a wishing star
A spirit to tell us who we are
Our future's unclear it's baked in the clay
Give us a chance to start a new day
Start a new day...
Why we were spared we may never know
We're given a choice, a gun or a bow
Beneath our feet the survivors have died
Again through the calm of nature we ride
We all need a wishing star
A spirit to tell us who we are
Our future's unclear it's baked in the clay
Give us a chance to start a new day
Start a new day...