First people

I walk under the sun
I’m looking for him, while the eagles scream

I follow my passion, because I need to know: Where is makawee?
Where’s my precious, my untouchable, my guide, my cherokee

The reflection of the sun
Shows what I’ve become
A brave heart I see
You knew and repeated, my son you'll raise from the hills

And on the top of the hill
I saw him in my skin