One little Indian hit the light
One little Indian sits in the dark night
One little Indian cries
When there is nothing on the plate
Out in the cold night
One little Indian looks for light
The stars and moon shine
He sits under the tree
Thinking of the good time
One little Indian crawling out
Bows and arrows running tree to tree
Eyes searching for a hunt
In the darkness he smiles
For he is alone with the wild
Next one little Indian runs screaming
Angry he has nothing to eat and drink
Into the dark cold night
He punches his frustrations
Aiming right into the sky
Life has many pages
Know the right one to salvation
Choose the wrong road
Redemption will be hard to find
It is within yet many refuse to see
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