This world is not my home
I've just been passing through
My home is in the heavens
with my ancestors where
There is no injustice, or prejudice too.
Where the buffalo are plenty
there is always food in our pots
Our people are happy it is
As before the white man came
And took over our country, our land,
Our women, our food, our children.
That's my home. That's where I long to be
With my ancestors they are waiting for me.
Little Fox vixen