Seeing Red

Since a time before my memory

He's been without a home

Once he lived on an open plain

Where wild life 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

Oh-a-oh-ha

We got to make it right