Pride Of Lost Tribe⭐/ Remix Challenge N° 2 Fall

[Verse 1] We were split up, names half-said Grandfathers’ roads under the dust But the drum hangs in the cedar Wrapped in smoke, waiting on us One old voice says, “Keep the ash warm.” Mothers stitch beadwork by the fire Kids learn the steps, soft and slow Even when the maps were stolen We kept our heels on our own ground Aho, ahe, through the cedar smoke Neya, neya, old ones, lead us home [Chorus] We stand here, our people With ash on our hands and knees The drum in the center Keeps beating like it knows us Save the songs, save the tongue Save the names our old ones gave We are still here, still walking Still carried by what we keep Aho, ahe, the elder words rise In the ribs, in the breath, in the skin [Verse 2] Grandmothers comb the sunrise Into every child who sits real still Every bead, every painted mark Says we’ve been found by the same sky They tried to leave us with nothing Tried to wash the old tracks clean But the smoke climbed back in our bodies And the drum taught the ash to sing Aho, mika, under cedar The lost names drift into the room [Chorus] We stand here, our people With ash on our hands and knees The drum in the center Keeps beating like it knows us Save the songs, save the tongue Save the names our old ones gave We are still here, still walking Still carried by what we keep Aho, ahe, the elder words rise In the ribs, in the breath, in the skin [Bridge] Who keeps the heel marks? The ground keeps the heel marks Who knows the way back? The ground knows the way back Who were we made to be? Not for vanishing What were we made to do? Hold our own Lift the drum Pass the cedar Let the young ones hear it plain What came through the hard winters? What came through the hard winters Still has teeth Still knows our names Ayi, aya — who calls? Spirit in the bone Ayi, aya — who answers? Smoke curling us home [Final Chorus] We stand here, our people With ash on our hands and knees The drum in the center Keeps beating like it knows us Save the songs, save the tongue Save the names our old ones gave We are still here, still walking Still carried by what we keep Aho, ahe, the elder words rise In the ribs, in the breath, in the skin [Outro] When the call comes, we answer Low and close Your name, my name Still here Still listening Calling back Till all of us answer