Grandfather sung to me
The weeping woman spoke
Down beneath the trees is the wisdom of the old
I seen plenty of disrespect
For the knowledge of the land
It's my people who I see lost in other peoples hands
Everybody's hoping to see you at their door
Taking care of people you don't know
Staying inside in their homes whispering
To the dark eyes outside the door
To the dark eyes outside their door
No todo está perdido
Estoy con mi gente
Trabajo con miedo pero yo soy consciente
I'm losing the fear
'Cause the work it's here
Ojibwe and Yaquis hope is in our ways
We show our sanity
Nobody sees us but we are running things
The bats and the land are sacred beings
Oricas Lencas
Now we are the ones
Bringing and taking, caring for the others
Every morning I look out
From the corner of the mart
I'm just here waiting to help you
There can be no fear for us
When the people they come back
Like it used to be before
I want it better
Better than it was before
Everybody's hoping to see you at their door
Taking care of people you don't know
Staying inside in their homes whispering
To the dark eyes outside the door
To the dark eyes outside their door
To the dark eyes outside their door