We buried them along this ridge when time Was our to spend as one among the clouds; We ran and rode and swam and loved and died The way our mothers, and our fathers, had. The sun a friend, the moon a guide, the stars Just like the wind, companions in our quest: For we were children of the soil who grew And bled and wandered day on sacred day. We never lost the land; it wasn't ours. We never lost the sun, it stayed our friend. We only lost the time to tell our tale And sing the songs that won't be heard again.