Remember Wounded Knee

In the cold December dawn, shadows cast on frozen ground,
A people gathered, seeking peace, where only echoes sound.
Led by Big Foot, weary souls, on a journey born of strife,
They sought the promise of a land, to rebuild a shattered life.

The drums of fate were silent, whispers carried on the breeze,
Prayers for mercy, hope, and love beneath the barren trees.
Yet destiny had other plans, in silent white shrouded plains,
At Wounded Knee, the blood was spilled, leaving only pain.

We remember Wounded Knee, where silent spirits cry,
A tarnished past, a shattered dream beneath the open sky.
From the ashes of the prairie, their stories rise again,
Wounded hearts in history, a sorrow with no end.

The ghostly dance was broken, as rifles split the air,
Echoes of a sacred song, lost to despair.
Men, women, children fell, in a clash of brutal might,
The snow turned red with innocence, in the pale morning light.

A soldier's fear, an errant spark, ignited the deadly fray,
A people left to mourn the cost on that fateful day.
Among the scattered belongings, dreams lay cold and still,
In the heart of every survivor, the void no time can fill.

We remember Wounded Knee, where silent spirits cry,
A tarnished past, a shattered dream beneath the open sky.
From the ashes of the prairie, their stories rise again,
Wounded hearts in history, a sorrow with no end.

The wind now sings a solemn hymn, across the sacred land,
Carrying tales of bravery that few can understand.
We must not turn from these shadows cast by freedom's cruel guise,
For in the names of all who perished, we must open wide our eyes.

We remember Wounded Knee, where silent spirits cry,
A tarnished past, a shattered dream beneath the open sky.
From the ashes of the prairie, their stories rise again,
Wounded hearts in history, a sorrow with no end.

We remember, we remember, the tears that still run free,
On that fading horizon, they call from Wounded Knee.
In the echoes of the canyon, in the whispers of the breeze,
We hear their voices calling, their spirits never cease.

Male vocals, native American theme, thunderous drums, rattles, flutes