STANDING ARROW
They told us our children would be civilized, but I barely even recognize; the child I once knew as Standing Arrow the look upon his face now with so much peril.  

 

There was a time when things weren’t so strange to us. Our children spoke our  language without a fuss, but now they stagger, fall, and they seem lost to us.  

 

Oh black robe, can you not see what you have done? My grandson lost and spun. I cannot even hug him for he trembles at the touch.  I cannot even wipe his tears as he walks in anger amid his fears. My grandson cannot hear his mothers voice as she cry’s assurance that this was not done choice.  

 

My grandson, it’s ok to be what you must be, but make no mistake the world must see; that you are loved beyond compare and this is precisely what you must share; for the whole world needs to hear that you will no longer live in fear.  

 

You were meant to be born at this time can’t you see.  Even now it is ever more clear to me; that the seventh fire burns rapidly.

 

You were hurt but it was prophecy. Lessons learned in this hypocrisy and yet our ancestors vowed to help us see; that if the seventh fire should complete the earth shall not repeat; for if the spirit the red man shallows; our Mother does in shadow.  

 

Our only hope is if the seventh generation; wakes with contemplation; that our future rests on your great fire. And if you should desire. 

 

Remember the first instruction and stop mans production;
And the birds shall sing again another day; But only if you decide to stay.  

Young man, the seventh is here so let us prepare. To the colors of he earth, our time is coming near.  Remember who you are for we have traveled far. 
Be what you were intended to be. Strengthen your voice so they hear our plea; that you still  love beyond compare and that you are still willing to share, with the whole world that needs hear;
That no one will ever have to live in fear.  
So be what your destined to be.