Go Child
It is bittersweet to leave the reservation. The home you are so familiar with You see news from home and feel guilt by association It is the only place you have ever known That has been the one place you can call home There is that feeling when you leave It is for the best you want to believe You hope that is what others perceive You don’t want to be that “City Indian” That feels guilt within But then you see your friends dying You see their grandmothers crying You see tribal council talking in circles They wear their Indian print shirts and get real verbal Break promises like the government taught them Talk about what can’t be done instead of what can Yes, you feel guilty when you leave the reservation But go child, and get that education Because the only way you can help your people Is when you learn to fly like an eagle Home will always be there Waiting for those who care Go child, do what you have to do Generations depend on you Your ancestors are proud o...