There is a spirit running thru me.
A guided woman of the land you see.
She was born of blood so pure.
An Indian maiden of a time unsure.
She did not seem to age at all.
Answered only to natures call.
No bonds of the white man was for her.
She ran free like the Takuskanskan.
With just the wind to guide her for all her time.
I share her passion for how she lived.
I share her strength for what the land had to give.
Two women so much alike.
Separated by years and by lands tears.
We had it all to give.
And with each gift we lost a part.
Of what is known as the Indian heart.
Here I stand I can feel it all.
I can here the sound of the natures call.
The beating of my caged heart,
Can feel the Indian maiden that was my start.