Cathching my breath My right arm aches Holding out the corner of my shawl The pain is less then I'd like to give in return A tear falls and a prayer rises To honor those who have bled for me.
	My legs crave movement with the drumbeats And I want to let them have their way But I stand motionless along the outer edge Facing in Images flashing of our People Bleeding and falling
Hearing the war whoops and battle cries The pride in the veterans' eyes is mirrored In my ancestors' gaze They are standing before me Showing me their deaths at the Stranger's gun So I will honor them and be thankful
	And every honor beat is a gunshot I tremble in pain And every gunshot is one warrior Who died for me and mine And with every death A tear falls and a prayer rises To honor those who have bled for me.