Since a time before my memory   He's been without a home   Once he lived on an open plain where wildlife grazed   And buffalo used to roam   Red was the sunrise on the dawn of his creation   Now where is the road that will lead him to his destination   It took so little time to destroy a way of life   They served his people well   Gifts that they gave in all good faith   Have been misused and shot to hell   You who want wisdom, turn and face the four directions   For only those with one heart, fall under their protection   In the future of my days ahead   I want to see it right   We got to make it right