The path started concrete in the land of the dead,
Step by step it turned to the color of red,
Tired eyes gaze upon the river turned black,
Cries of the buffalo there is no going back.

Step by step towards an end unknown,
Mile by mile, back to the past, that has come and gone,
Machine respirators now line the earth,
Keeping alive the very thing they hurt.

Red path warrior keep the vision clear,
In beating heart keep love near,
Narrow the gates and narrow the road,
This red path will lead to a place called home.