Proud Métis

howling wolf on a moonlit night
spins a tale gone from it’s sight of them
before the white man came
children playing on a summer’s day
the black robed men took them all away
he cries, he cries out their names

laughter fills the woods no more
a wailing child, hungry at the door
he yearns, he yearns for the old ways

my spirit’s alive and my body is well
all of the ancients cast a spell
and protected me from the lies
well my parents ran and took my brother and me
they were determined that we would be free
and be, proud Métis

now the child is old and gray
the wolf survives this brief decay
he teaches others, he shows them the way
respect the women, protect the young
that’s the tale the wolf has sung
people thrive, on this rebirth
burn the sweetgrass, smoke the pipe
be fierce, be peaceful, stand up for right
in the sweatlodge on a moonlit night

my parents ran and took my brother and me
they were determined we would be free
and be, proud Métis
proud Métis
proud Métis