You were the first one to see my potential,
this white child, alone among your tribe.
You saw the man inside the boy, whose emotions
were too great to hide.

You taught me to string a bow and shoot a rifle
you taught me to fight for what was right and good,
you taught me to be a man.

For years we ran in the jungles,
brothers, friends, kindred spirits.
we'd run through the rivers and the trees.
You showed me how to move like a whisper,
to caress the jungle like the wind through grass.

you were not scared of anything
you were a warrior, the protector of your tribe,
gardian of the old ways,
the living spirit of our people.

you were an excellent brother,
your strenght made me stronger.
you taught me to see like a hawk,
to tease out the narative of tracks.
I was Gli-Gli.
I was Enape.

Then came the expedition.

The night was filled with the primeval shrieks of war cries,
the Guahibo charge unyielding at our camp.
The air is thick with the crack of rifle fire and the bloood curdling screams of the dying.
Your keen eyes saw the archers release there strings,
you leaped before me,

five arrows pierce your chest.

From deep within me rises the mighty warrior you trained,
I burn with hatred and disregard.
My body is sheen in blood and sweat,
you lie in eternal peace at my feet.

I fight with every last shred of hunanity, driving the Guahibo far beyond, my rifle licking at their heels.
the day is ours, but i have lost too much to care.

I loved you my Enape brother
you made me the man i am today.
You gave me the wisdom and strenght
of our noble tribe.
You made me Enape.