Redman
Tony Diorio, Michael Sunday, Frankie Glicken, Frank Ferrara
Nations died and lost their land
Sacred ground turned to sand
Our leader's words, cries of their 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 underground
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
Again 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
