--- [Verse 1] I wasn’t born to their fire or tongue But I’ve felt the beat of their war drum rung In the wind that moves through prairie grass I hear the echoes of what came to pass --- [Pre-Chorus] I don’t speak for them, I never could But I stand in awe where their people stood And I sing with care, not to claim Just to honor their sacred flame --- [Chorus] Many tribes, many hearts, one Spirit You can feel it if you hear it In the drum, in the flame, in the wind that calls In the stories carved on canyon walls They stood for love, they stood for land And I still walk where they made their stand --- [Verse 2] Feathers, beads, and painted skin Each mark a tale of where they’d been I don’t wear them, but I see The strength they passed to history --- [Bridge] (spoken or sung softly) This is not my story to tell But I carry its rhythm, and I listen well I walk with reverence, not with pride Just grateful to walk beside --- [Final Chorus] Many tribes, many hearts, one Spirit You can feel it if you hear it In the drum, in the flame, in the wind that calls In the stories carved on canyon walls They stood for love, they stood for land And I still walk where they made their stand --- [Outro] So when you sing, sing soft and true They’re singing right alongside you ---
