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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNative Son
I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyesThe years have made me old but they've made me wiseNow the white man lives where our rivers runFor now better days have passedWe walk the streets of broken glassOur people vanished as snow before the summer sunLike dogs we were driven from this placeSuch injustice, time will not eraseAll these changes cannot be undoneWhen you feel the anger inside of youHold your head high - let your aim be trueThough your heart beats like a drumMy native sonOnce there was a time my little oneBefore the wagons - before the soldiers' gunsWhen this land was ours as far as the eagle fliesNo white flag - no broken truceWith few words one can speak the truth - I don't hear itTime won't heal it nowWith each new day that comes to passWill the great spirit free us all at last?He said we were the chosen onesFor all we had there's nothin' leftWe won't forgive - we can't forgetYou know that your day will comeMy native sonWith each new day that comes to passWill the great spirit free us all at last?What has happened can never be undoneWhen I was young - not yet a manThe sun rose and set upon our landWe were the chosen onesMy native son
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