Where are you, Crazy Horse?
My older brother offers me beer.
He is caught by wanagi's, and he wishes for them to catch me.
He loves me, how could he wish harm to me?
He loses his family, his children grow up fatherless. He was my role-model, my only brother, and now he drinks away his spirit. He takes a seat off the Red Road, and he lets me leave him behind and walk it alone...
Where are you, Crazy Horse?

Where are you, Crazy Horse?
My elders are leaving me out of their lives.
The ones who taught me about our road, are now not ahead of me in my sight, but sit off to the side with my brother. They fight among our own and drink. They leave me out of their life, and no longer care for th young ones to learn our sacred ways. They take a seat off the Red Road, and let me leave them behind and walk it alone...
Where are you, Crazy Horse?

Where are you, Crazy Horse?
Children need me as their fathers.
The children cry all night long, crying themselves to sleep as their own parents neglect them. I cannot bare it, Crazy Horse. I cannot bare it when they cry alone in the dark room..their eyes flowing rivers..the pain in the small teary black eyes. They cry for their mother, their father...but they cannot hear as the alchohol plugs their ears. These children are crying for their fathers, but they are looking at me. Crazy Horse I'm only 19...I can't be a father yet, and I'm forced to leave them in their seats off the Red Road, and leave them behind as I walk alone...
Where are you, Crazy Horse?

Where are you, Crazy Horse?
I no longer see the hawks anymore.
I can no longer hear them crying for me, flying high.
I can;'t see Creator in everyday things anymore, my eyes are too blurry with the horrible things I have seen in which my people suffer. I can't protect my people anymore..I am only one warrior against a war party of millions of wanagi's..taking my elders, my brother, my children.
All their pain is leaked into my life, and I must cry it out for them. I cry with the fatherless and motherless children. Our loved ones are off the Red Road, and I can't carry these children far down the road, and eventually will walk it alone...
Where are you, Crazy Horse?

Where are you, Crazy Horse?
Are we the only ones on this road now?
I feel like no one is with me anymore, no one is holding my hand. I don't have family with me, I don't have my parents with me, I can't carry these children with me, I can't support those who are supposed to be my teachers with me. I see my people throwing trash on the ground, littering our mother as any other white would do. The sound of the breaking glass on your streets, the sound of aluminum cans rolling on your soft prairie grass in the wind. I hear her cries, and I cry sorrowfully to her, excusing my own people and apologizing for their actions towards her. There is too much trash on the road, and I have to clean it up as I walk alone...
Where are you, Crazy Horse?

Where are you, Crazy Horse?
Our sweat lodges are empty.
Our rocks remain cold, our wood remains unburned.
Our sage remainds unburned.
Our sweetgrass remains unburned.
Our tobbaco remains unburned.
I can hear the wind carry the empty sweat lodge door, as it lets in the light of the day, rather then the darkness of ceremony, where the heated rocks are our only light.
Where are my people? My people who taught me the sweat lodge ceremony? My people who held my hand when it got to hot for them..My people who prayed for my well being, rather than their own. My people who I sang for when the heat took their voice.
The sweat lodges are empty, Crazy Horse.
The rocks and wood remain alone, the sage, sweetgrass, and tobbaco remain alone. With them, I sit on the red road, as I can no longer walk alone.
Where are you, Crazy Horse?

Where are you, Crazy Horse?
You need to catch me, the road is slippery and I'm falling.
Where is my older brother to catch me? Where are my elders to catch me?
Crazy Horse, no one was walking with me to catch me.
I feel betrayed, hurt, alone..as I began my roll off the Red Road...I'm losing strength to stay on. All those I love are pulling on my legs, so they are not alone off the road. No one is too catch me when they pull me off with them. I walked alone on that road, and as my own people pull me off the road, all I can muster to scream is...

Where are you, Crazy Horse?