Tell me about your story
Was there blood, sweat or tears?
Maybe there was some glory
Over your last 100years
Within your homeland
Prisoners they were
Powerful people
Powerful prayer
See the strength
Feel the pride
Run with nature
Nothing to hide
A little more heartache, it will never last
Strong in their ways, set in their path
Walking in beauty, all the way
Walking in beauty, the natives say.
Brought them home, home to stay
This is our story
Of blood, sweat,and tears
No, there is no glory
But we will be here
The next 100 years
By Lavelle
10th grade
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