The Last Warrior

Hearts weep for this Warrior yet today,
for the way his freedom was taken away.
It's a story the wind and trees often tell,
how one warrior lived and how he fell ...

White soldiers called him a renegade,
but by them was his wildness made.
All his brave heart ever wanted to be,
was to walk his home land free.

They took away his Indian name,
tried to fill his heart with shame.
As a child, with his spirit still young,
they forbid his Native tongue.

He roamed the mountains on high,
and raced his pony under the sky.
He rode the winds wild and free,
Embracing all his spirit could see ...

He was a proud and gentle man,
toiling and working the soil by hand.
All he had asked was to live in peace,
but it seemed so far out of his reach ...

The government said 'trust us',
but his brave heart never saw justice.
Watching with his heart's soulful eye,
he saw his brothers and the land die.

Wanting for his people only the best,
against tyranny did his heart protest.
Love of freedom beat strong in his chest,
Peace and freedom was his soul's quest.

He only wanted peace and equality,
and for his people to live free.
The white man's heart feared him,
but he meant no harm to them.

Laid back with his spirit mild,
but evil men labeled him wild.
By their evil hearted hands,
they were laying treacherous plans.

They ignored his offer of a broken lance,
Seeking hope, he began to Ghost Dance ...
His dreams of freedom dashed and lost,
and white soldiers would make it cost.

Their evil hearts could easily see,
no prison would hold him by lock or key.
In their wicked minds eye,
they plotted that he should die ...

His heart became very wise,
seeing tyranny wore many a disguise.
In his heart there was no mistake,
to save his life, he must escape ...

It wasn't the true nature of a Native son,
struggling, having to live on the run ...
He was the Last Warrior of his Tribe,
living on the run, having to hide ...

Searching, not making a sound,
the white soldiers hunted him down.
Like evil beasts running in a pack,
without mercy, they shot him in the back.

As he lay there taking his last breath,
he peacefully embraced death ...
At last his heart was free ...
and his spirit will always be.

Watch! On a far distant hill,
Last Warrior rides the wind still.
His Spirit will ride forever and again,
Were his soulful efforts in vain?

In hearts the struggle continues longer,
and people's spirits grow yet stronger.
Recognizing tyranny as an enemy,
their spirits still long to be free ...

Let your hearts not ever forget,
Last Warrior's spirit watches yet ...
and wonders where will it all end,
Will there ever be peace among men?

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