This is actually based off a VH1 (or similar) documentary of Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee we watched in History last year my freshman year at Somedaytown High...so I guess it's somewhat a true story in a sense.
(guess who got away with the Song-Instead-Of-Essay-Tactic again...... **fist pump** FABOO!!)
As the sun falls o'er the plain,
glaring red in the coming of night
the hawk tears across a bloody sky
disappearing from my sight
the ghosts of my memories call me
and I remember that battle cry:
"Let our bodies be broken, for our spirit will never die...never die!"
I was just a boy of the Lakota,
a son of the prairie wind
the Hawk and the Mustang were my brothers
the Wolf and the Deer my kin
--then a dark shadow passed over the land
and I was sent by railroad track
east to the protection of the White Man's life
I was told never to look back...
As the years went by, I found that I
knew less of who I was to be
my own brother scoffed at the sound of my name
my colleagues avoided me
Plague swept the land and the sky turned black!
Promises and plans were shattered!
And somewhere, I stood in the middle
trying to see what truly mattered.
Some call it unjust,
some call it fair
some call it Manifest Destiny
some knew it only as that terrible day by the creek at Wounded Knee
They call me a hero,
they call me a martyr,
but they just will never understand
the choice that haunts my sleepless nights--
should I have stayed, should I have ran?
I turn my back to the setting sun
to my shadow, trailing and long
and wish to the rhythm of the Warrior's Drum
that the world wasn't so wrong
haha yeah I hadn't noticed. In a guitar hero society, Pinball Wizard is where EVERYONE learns the sus chord XD
anodyne94 2 years ago