If we fail to see clearly
Of the wolve's plans and ways to keep Us confined
And the weapons they give
So that we may be the Death knocking
The doors of our Brothers

If we fail to see clearly
Of their plights and of their ways
Then I ask "what hope lies in the heart of a hunter
Who knows not his way back home?"

I sit, awaiting replies
I long to see the opening of your big mouths
As they breathe life into words
Oh! I mean lies

If we fail to see the light
Gleaming in from yesterday's chaos
Through the voices of our Fathers
And their paths on Earth

If we fail to see the light and the sadness on the faces
Of our Fathers last night they came visiting—
What days do we await
If not those of grief and remorse
As the forgotten dark days wage war upon Us
For turning deaf ears to their yelling and cries

I hear Them
I hear their echoes
Searching for Names to call
but of what use is their search
When Irokos now bare the names of Apples
Because they see no pride in their mightiness

If we fail to see the light
If we fail to see clearly
If we fail to trace our paths back Home
What days shall come onto us
But those of grief and remorse
As the forgotten dark days of our Fathers
Wage war upon us
For building our nest on Foreign Lands
While our Homes bleed from loneliness