&nb sp; The Children of indians
I was also one of those; the children who'd been taken then. The punishment the white man chose was that their parents were forsaken them.....Because they were the Children of Indians....
They'd divide us so we wouldn't fight..thats what they supposed back then. They'd turn our redskin into white and convert us to their religion.....Because we were the Children of Indians....
But listen close and you can hear: the grumbling.....the eruption's near. We've been silent but now its time; The Earth is rumbling.....the awaited sign....For us the Children of Indians.....
The Panther streaks across the sky; Tecumseh's footsteps shake the Earth. We now begin to raise the cry....To rise and fight for all we're worth.....Because we are the Children of Indians....
And the families once divided...are gathering now to fight. 'Cause we, the Children, have decided we'd rather be Indian, than white......Because we are the Children of Indians...
So listen close and you can hear...the grumble of the Earthquakes here....He who's slept now gives the sign....The rumble begins.....Its now OUR time.....We are no longer the Children of Indians....WE ARE THE INDIANS.......
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