Crazy Horse

Crazy Horse By Nadja Lee 19/02/00

Author: Nadja Lee (neh@post10.tele.dk )

I have seen my future

In the mist of a vision

I have found my strength

From the lips of a spirit

I have felt my undoing

In the deep of the night

I am on a quest

I alone must do this

I fight for my people

I fight for justice

I fight for our ways

The old ways

The ways of time gone by

As I ride into battle

I hear my vision voice

No bullets can harm you

No white man can catch you

In battle I always win

But when it comes to a battle of the heart

It leaves much to be desired

Oh, she was breathtaking

She was the gentlest being

On this world

She alone could

Heal these scars

I have on body and soul

From countless battles

She was forbidden to me

I was judged unworthy

Of her

And she was given to another

I saw my vision coming true

My own warriors will turn against me

In envy and greed

I needed her

Like a flower needs the rain

Like a fish needs water

I have always won

That I set out to win

And so also she

Who owns my heart

Yeah, indeed my very soul

Came to me as I bid her

But for the first time

Things went wrong for me

I was forced to give her back

To her husband and her tribe

Ones again I was alone

Having lost my brother in battle

I moan him

But he would have wished it so

Better to die a warrior’s death

Than being forced to abandon the old ways

For the corrupt ways of the write man

I rode into battle

A battle at Little Big Horn

I won that battle

I killed my most feared enemy

But I also saw the endless number

Of the whites

I was fighting a loosing battle

And in the glory of my victory

I knew this

Time heals all scars

And finally also

My broken and bruised heart

My eyes feel on a woman

Of great beauty and a even greater heart

She nursed me back to health

Spiritually and psychically

She was my Angel

She was my life

A few good years I got with her

I was even blessed with a child

A wonderful little daughter

She was my light on a dark night

Just like her mother

She was my rose

In a field filled with weed

She was shinning like a shooting star

Just like her mother

Years passed

And I went onward

I fought my battle

In time loosing all

But my life

I was loosing and I knew it

But my pride and my sense of justice

Would not let the white steal

This land which had belonged to my people

Always and forever

The whites sought

High and low

But they never found me

Then I heard the news

Either I must surrender myself

To the white man

Or ells they would continue

To stave my people

Who was now subject to their mercy

In the Hell named “Reservation”

I had no choice

So I surrendered

But little did I know

That my own people

Were playing games

Of the mind

With the whites

Making them think I would kill them

And break my word that I would not

My own warriors

People I had once called

My friends, my family

They were the ones

To pull me of my horse

To stick the dagger in my back

The whites may have held the dagger

But as much as it pains me to know

You, my own people, where the ones

To lead it

Dying is not difficult

Living is

And lying here

Alone on the cold floor

Fighting another losing battle

The battle for my life

I know that this is a far, far better

Journey to go on

That I have ever went on

That this is a far, far better

Ending that I would ever get

I could never have accepted

The whites tyranny

I could never have

Abandoned the old ways

So this is better for me

I get to die a warrior’s death

What more can I wish for?

I have seen the dark site of the moon

Because I have seen the dark site

Of the human heart

I have seen far too much

Bloodshed, hate and death

Was my day and haunted me at night

I have seen women die

I have seen boys being shoot

I have seen girls being raped

I have seen children cry

Why, oh why?

I do not know

I never will

But maybe I am to find my answer

On the other site of this my last voyage

I have seen what happened

To men of peace in a time of war

And now I know what happens

To men of war in a time of peace

I was fighting the good fight

I had right on my site and still I lost

That just proves that sometimes

The good guys do die

What pains me in these last minutes before

My spirit horse comes and takes me on my journey

Is that the only history known to the children of the future

Will be the voice of the victorious few

Every story has two sites but few looks for the second one

But in this case I wish they did for then maybe they would see

That everything is not black and white

Maybe they would find the dirt they did not want to find

But if you do find it I pray take it to you

Don’t cast it away

What is right and what is wrong is hard to say

But in this case I am sure that you will find that

The voice of reason, the voice of rightness

Has always been on my site

Darkness is claiming me now

All thoughts but one is left in me

Where do I go from here?

I face death with the courage expected of a warrior

Even when I fell the cold arms of Lady Death

Holding me do not let go of my pride

Come with me, my brave warrior

She softly whispers in my ear

Let me guide you to your ride

She takes my still warm hand in her small cold one

And walk me to my spirit horse

As I look back on my life I have but one regret

That I had so little time with my loved ones and

That I could not fulfil my vision quest and give my people

Back what is theirs

I am riding on the wind

With the speed of thoughts

I see my final destination

The place where I am meant to be

This is the way of my people

A way I fear will be forgotten

In the mist of time

Here I will rest

One day maybe my story will be told

With the dignity due

Every warrior

When time turns to dust

When two worlds are one

Maybe then I can find peace

In my long lost heart

Because maybe I will find

That the whites prejudices that I fought

Have disappeared in the ocean of tears

Where all hate, envy and greed

Of every people will dissolve into nothingness

And I will know that I did not fail

I will know that I won

I will know that even when you fail

Goodness will prevail