Nations died and lost their land Sacred ground turned to sand Our leaders words the cries of our kin Swirl around us adrift in the wind A weapon of war invaded mankind, Fatal germs killed all left behind Sparing those few who fled under ground, Unlike the Redman would never be found We all need a wishing star A spirit to tell us who we are Our future's unclear it's baked in the clay Give us the chance to start a new day Start a new day... Why we were spared we may never know We're given a choice a gun or a bow Beneath our feet the survivors have died ASgain through the calm of nature we ride We all need a wishing star A spirit to tell us who we are Our future's unclear it's baked in the clay We have the chance to start a new day Start a new day...