I am of many names Running Water!! Soaring Eagle!! David the beloved!! But no matter what you call me I am the son of the Great Spirit… Born into this world he sends me.
Grandfathers, they come to this land, and they try to make us sick again. Many have died to protect what you have taught us in the days past.
Great Spirit my breath is one with the wind hear me.
We do what is good and what is right yet greed continues creep into our lands. Now they again come from a far, and make us sick that take the lives of our elders.
I call upon you Mother Earth and Father Sky;
Grand Father of the East and of the morning light that show us all things;
Grand Father of the South that brings new life and the warm summer winds of spring;
Grand Father of the West were all shall pass into the night of the dream world;
Grand Father of the North the place of renewal to prepare for the rebirth of life;
People have lost there way, and know not where to turn I pray your guidance.