While Living I Want To Live Well.

While Living I Want To Live Well.

It Is My Land, My Home, My Father's Land, To Which I Now Ask To Be Allowed To Return. I Want To Spend My Last Days There, And Be Buried Among Those Mountains. If This Could Be I Might Die In Peace, Feeling That My People, Placed In Their Native Homes, Would Increase In Numbers, Rather Than Diminish As At Present, And That Our Name Would Not Become Extinct.

Wisdom And Peace Come When You Start Living The Life The Creator Intended For You.

I Cannot Think That We Are Useless Or God Would Not Have Created Us. There Is One God Looking Down On Us All. We Are All The Children Of One God. The Sun, The Darkness, The Winds Are All Listening To What We Have To Say.

I Was Warmed By The Sun, Rocked By The Winds And Sheltered By The Trees As Other Indian Babes. I Can Go Everywhere With A Good Feeling.