One faithful day,
I witnessed the Massacre at Wounded Knee.
Not wanting to believe nor see.
Dead bodies everywhere.
Blood soaking into the ground.
Souls lost and nowhere to be found.
The same blood that runs through my veins.
Guilt tore me apart.
Emptyness and loss filled my heart.
One hopeful day,
I entered the Ocean of Fire.
Seeking myself, an undeniable desire.
Across the desert.
Underneath the burning sun.
Trying to forget what was done.
Days of riding and suffering.
I could feel the end approaching and soon to be near.
For I saw their faces and I had no fear.