“The Tribe”

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“The Tribe”

By the river wide and the mountain’s shade,
They built their homes where the spirits played.
With cedar smoke and eagle cries,
They learned the rhythm of the skies.
Feathers danced in the morning light,
Drums like thunder shook the night.
Every heartbeat, every song,
Told the tale of where they belong.

We are the tribe, we carry the flame—
The voice of the wind, the echo of names.
Through fire and ash, we’re still alive—
We walk with the old ones,
We are the tribe.

In circles drawn on sacred ground,
They prayed in silence without a sound.
Painted faces, steady breath—
They danced through life, they danced through death.
The hunt was holy, the harvest blessed,
The elders knew, and the young ones guessed.
Every stone and every tree
Held a part of history.

We are the tribe, we carry the flame—
The voice of the wind, the echo of names.
Through fire and ash, we’re still alive—
We walk with the old ones,
We are the tribe.

Even when the world grew strange,
When borders came and names were changed,
The stories whispered through the pines
Still pass from mouth to heart to mind.

Now the children learn the songs again,
On quiet nights and hills of wind.
The fires burn, the drums still call—
The tribe will rise, will never fall.

We are the tribe, we carry the flame—
The voice of the wind, the echo of names.
Through time and tears, we still survive—
We live for the ancestors…
We are the tribe.
We are the tribe…
We are the tribe…