In my heart I see the Buffalo;
traversing from summer to winter feed.

In my memory, I wear the White Robe;
chant the magic of my father's father.

In my soul, I belong to the land;
as it once was, unencumberd by whiteman's progress.

In my mind, I accept...
I accept the hard reality of blacktop;
I accept the barren wasted plains;
I accept the palace encrusted hills.

In my body, I sit beside the road.