At Standing Rock arose a city of protectors,
rallying for a cause, thousands held strong;
against the might of bankers and investors,
that weren’t wanted, that didn’t belong.
In a peaceful gathering for life, and for right,
because you can’t use, you can’t abuse and take forever.
The sheriffs and thugs confronted them with all their might,
but, brown, white, yellow and red, united together.
They were standing and praying,
protecting our water and soil.
No one wanted to hear what they were saying,
all that mattered was the money and the oil.
Standing as long as we can,
our bodies on the line to resist.
You, standing on the other side; what’s your plan?
Water is life, without it, you can’t exist.
Against the odds, they’re standing tall,
here at Standing Rock.
Standing at the Cannon Ball,
praying that all of this will stop.
Water is life, water is living,
the water will be tainted; the water will be painted black.
water is life, water is giving,
we won’t turn away, we won’t turn back.
Tribes from every corner gathered all were kin,
they tried to make us,
give up and give in,
but they can’t break us.
The authorities menace and demand,
they’re brave with their uniforms and weapons of war.
Coming to claim, and lay waste to the land,
trying to push us, until we can take no more.
Winter and snow, at last, came to the camp,
attacked by dogs, shot, and hosed in the frozen cold.
No one interceded, cash bought approval; they got the stamp,
the pipes were laid, they were arrogant and bold.
Their badges and their shields,
that thirst for riches knows no bounds.
We will hold out; hold on to these fields,
ancestors in their sleep, weep on these holy grounds.
Our blood is red, yours is as well,
it’s been spilled and shed,
to protect this place where we dwell,
On these plains, we have bled.
We resisted the elements with their icy sting,
they formed lines, ready for the attack.
Why would they do such a thing?
They wanted us to surrender, they wanted us to crack.
What will there be left to drink,
when the pipes have broken?
They don’t care, they don’t think,
Their treaties were just worthless words spoken.
You’ve proved that time and time again,
your hearts and souls are blackened and untrue,
Sacred should be the word among men.
We were warriors, we were proud, we are Sioux
Love your home, love your mother,
she’s the reason for our being; our life-giver
You only have one, you don’t get another,
clean, and unspoiled should be the river.
This is what is at stake, the ugly truth. Is this what people really want for the planet?
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