First People

First People

Where’s father makawee?
I hope not defeated

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

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

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