Call it fable
Call it history
This waterfall
Was once a man
The tears falling
From his cheeks
Drunk salty
Bring back memory
C wise old woman
Fled from hate to the woods
Grown tired she
Clutched to a gnarled tree
Now she stands
With her roots so deep
Sheltering
Her family
I'm alive and you're alive
These lands
Of the cmericas
Groan under the weight
Of white man's feet
Her gods
Disguised themselves in foreign language
Or sought refuge
In the snowy peaks
I'm alive and you're alive