Proud to be brown all around
we come from a res not a town...
Walking on the sand of Vancouver's island
seeing fish seeing shells seeing foot prints of...
Standing on the hill of pound-maker first nation
waiting for something to happened...
Pretty eyes pretty lips pretty face
and still i cover it with make up...
Call me what ever you want
it wont bug me...
Right now it seems,
our lights are dimming...
We say the pledge every day in school,
but for what reason...
Crying myself to sleep
because of all the pain...
A mother's love is pure,
A mother's love is kind...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
It was my tenth year,
All you did was drown yourself in beer...
Before you read this ,this is one I have worked on...
Mrs Orchard you deserve a medal...