The thick comforting smoke of old cedar and oak,

Comforts my senses like an old warm coat,

Hiding and playing out in our land
We took it, we made it, with our hands,
I will never forget those great days I had,
With my family, my friends, and it makes me sad
I hope one day I can rise up,
To the challenge that is abrupt,
Strong and steady must I be,
To reach success in this misery,
How to become what I want,
Happiness now seems a front,
I hate what has happened now,
The thick comforting smoke of old cedar and oak,
The land that belonged to us, will always be,
Stomping knee deep through the wet endless mud
The shoe was lost and will always be,
Our rock laid ahead covered and moss,
The rock was ours and will always be,
Running and playing through the oak tress,
The rough bark was ours, and always will be,

Out there, a new adventure every day,

With the people we love.
Every day was a new adventure,
Ours alone not
we were free,
It was ours and us to it, and always we were us,
Now confusion sets in the senses are dying within,
My family and friends in every corner,