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Grandfather sung to me The weeping woman spoke Down beneath the trees is wisdom of the old I seen plenty of disrespect For the knowledge of the land It’s my people who I see lost in other peoples hands Everybody’s hoping to see you at their door Taking care of people you don’t know Staying inside in their homes whispering To the Dark eyes outside the door To the dark eyes Outside their door No todo está perdido Estoy con mi gente Trabajo con miedo pero yo soy consciente I’m losing the fear Cause The work it’s here Ojibway and Yaquis hope is in our ways we show our sanity, Nobody sees us but we are running things The bats and the land are sacred beings Oricas Lencas, Now we are the ones Bringing and taking caring for the others Letras de cancionesEvery morning I look out From the corner of the mart I’m just here waiting to help you There can be no fear for us When the people they come back like it used to be before I want it better, better than it was before Everybody’s hoping to see you at their door Taking care of people you don’t know Staying inside in their homes whispering To the Dark eyes outside the door To the dark eyes outside their door From Letras Mania