Dedicated to the proud Nez Perce nation

..Wayakin..

One time the wind blew free
And there was nothing to break the light of the sun
In a past that is now lost forever
There was a time when land was sacred

And the ancient ones were as one with it
A time when only the children of the Great Spirit were here
To light their fires in these places with no boundaries

When the forests were as thick
As the fur of the winter bear land
And a warrior could walk from horizon to horizon
On the backs of the buffalo

And during that time when there were only simple ways
I saw with my heart the conflicts to come
And whether it was to be for good or bad
What was certain was that there would be change

Wayakin, summon strength and ward us from evil
Wayakin, a spirit with transformative powers
Wayakin, talisman of superhuman forces
Wayakin, the guardian spirit of the Nez Perce

We look to the bear, the owl and the eagle as our brothers
To teach us how to live
They talk to us, we listen
The bear tells us of our strength
The owl of our wisdom
And the eagle of our freedom
It is time for us to remember...