I Cannot Justify      I am a white girl but what was I before?   An Onondaga opening the door   Coulda been a pilgrim hungry for to pray   Or a roaming buffalo soon to fade away      Was I a little boy hiding underground   An angry soldier sent to shoot John Brown   Might have been red clay staining tired feet   Of a broken army suffering defeat      Let me grow from these clothes   That cling so tightly to my soul   How can I justify the narrow vantage   Of these eyes   Such a good disguise, I cannot justify      A hooded demon did I wear bloody boots   Did I fall like thunder torn from ancient roots   Black wing vulture peckin’ heartbroke bones   Or was I an orphan born to die alone      I am a white girl but what was I before”