when I was a young boy, I remember
when the dust touched our, hands and feet
the white man had a reason, to take our land
from where we ought to be
red man saw it coming, god forsake them
young will never listen, to their elders
when their hearts are bleeding, from the rage of
where we ought to be
we hold back, our anger,
because we feel it coming true
we hope that, it isn't true
we hear them, their voices,
who pass the windows to the land
beyond the stars
see my people runnin’, regret is useless when
winter winds are blowin’, change of reason will
we go beyond the seasons, from our homeland
to our destiny
memories will linger, through the children
who become the old men, who tell the stories of
when we were a nation, of people that knew
where we ought to be
we hold back, our anger,
because we feel it coming true
we hope that, it isn't true
we hear them, their voices,
who pass the windows to the land
beyond the stars
there’s no death, only a change of worlds
you say... you want it for yourself
we say that... there is nothing else