Spirit of American Natives

Wind and drums, distant voices calling
Echoes of a thousand years, the spirit still alive

Beneath the blood-red sky, the fire burns again
Whispers of the ancient souls awaken in the rain
They rode across the mountains, proud and unafraid
The rhythm of the earth still beats in every vein

Can you hear the call inside the wind?
Can you feel the heartbeat from within?

I believe in the spirit of American Natives
Stronger than the storms that tried to fade their dreams
From the ashes, their song still rises
Wild and free – like the eagle’s scream

Their tears became rivers, their courage became stone
Their stories carved in shadows where the buffalo have gone
Through silence and sorrow, they guarded the flame
A promise to remember, a voice without shame

The drums of time still thunder deep inside
The soul of the land can never die

I believe in the spirit of American Natives
Echoes of the past still guide our way
Through the ages their light still blazes
Forever proud, forever brave

“The earth is our mother, the sky our breath,
The spirit of our people will never rest.”

I believe in the spirit of American Natives
Voices in the wind that never fade
Through the fire, their hearts keep beating
Their power still remains

Drums slow down, flutes and choirs return
Whispers fade into the wind…
“The spirit still remains.”