 Why do we accept definitions of how our people should be? Based off of written accounts of a man who looks nothing like me He could speak our language, but not from his heart when he wrote our history. He set us apart Abandoned and bruised left alone in the dark But I won't let that past define who I am when I listen closely. I hear my ancestors chant Tell our stories Redefine a past that was written for us before at a chapter. It's time to write a little more Recast the future. It's time to let our stories soar This is my mana my spirit my soul. This is me When did a textbook determine what makes me who I am? Pages that say nothing of the blood that was shed stolen resources and land For there's still so much that we have yet to learn Hidden in the archives that they couldn't burn. It is rooted within us look closely and you will see Tell your stories Redefine a past that was written for us before at a chapter. It's time to write a little more Recast the future. It's time to let our stories soar. This is my mana my spirit my soul This is me She spoke to the oceans she sang with the trees She can be heard in the quiet whispers of the breeze She is everything I aspire to be she is mana. She lives in me She spoke to the oceans. She sang with the trees. She can be heard in the quiet whisper of the breeze She is everything I aspire to be she is mana She is me Tell your stories. Redefine a past that was written for us before at a chapter. It's time to write a little more. Recast the future. It's time to let our story soar. This is my mana. My spirit. My soul. This is me. I can bring power back to my people. I can bring power back to my home. I can bring mana back to my people. I can bring mana back to my home. I will bring mana back to my people. I will bring mana back to my home. I will bring mana back to the planet that I call home.