I Looked Below And Saw My People

Give Me Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is.

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once More Behold Me On Earth And Lean To Hear My Feeble Voice.

I Was Four Years Old Then, And I Think It Must Have Been The Next Summer That I First Heard The Voices.

It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes That They Get Lost.