If they lived
Where the Buffalo roam,
The sand would stretch out
To grass, and their people
Would be free at home.
If their windstorms
Would blow up a breeze,
The seeded-sand grasslands
Could cultivate a trail to humanity,
And ruler's cruelty would start to freeze.
If they knew
God, the Savior of the Most High,
All hearts would turn to love,
Halting the strife and war,
No more would have to die. |
