I've seen you somewhere before   your eyes, your eyes draw me back to the source   it's been many moons   my mind is too young and i cant place it      the spirit within me breathes now   these old people sit here with me   my feet draw it up    and inside i receive it      well i feel it with every breath   it circles inside my head   and i fear it with each new day   and every rain   these whispers will age   these whispers will age   and all their secrets will fade   if these whispers they age      for these offerings of country and time   and this knowledge so long denied   well i thankyou i thankyou   will it ever be recognized   will our children still be denied   is this new culture, simply to young to see it