And my beloved, Lakota does stand (hear with you). My Dakota, the wind blows to recommend. And in the Nakota, the wailing song be true, you adore each crashing wave, now love will save you. And Sioux my Great Snake (Spirit of the Lake People), you are the love of God, the Great circle has called you. You are eldest for the job. And heaven is on this blue road, where the soul need purify, in the darkness sow very long, now we are going to learn to survive (with honor and dignity, on the other side, the blue road wide, heavenly preside).
Love will dive from the stars at night. Love will guide us through the plight. As the Elders we will hold their hands, no matter what they did to us, we will understand. And even if they killed us, they did not know the waves, of heaven portraying love all the way. And now we are looking, to bring our souls home. We showed them on the waves, love kept them born.
Suffer does love know. Suffer for the child. Suffer for the Greatness, the elder walks the extra mile. And all through the cruelty, no shame to be born, because you were the elder, the sacred heart of the storm. Now we are.... Now we are. now we are, talking hold.
We are the Sun Dancers, who tell the story so bold. And it is the love that guided, our smiles each and every day. We gave . . . now it's punish, to those who enslave (you will bow down to LOVE, the LAW, bringing hearts together, in all sorts of whether). And law is coming, from the blue (heavenly) reign of God, you are the child of the red road (earthly), love will show them how.
We Bow!
White Buffalo Calf Woman (Lakota) Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star (Dakota) Drums. Sacred Song Blessing to call out to bring the Great Sioux Nation home, home inside the arc, the bowing Rainbow Clan.
Pray With Elders around the World
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!