All nations walk on common ground
The planet earth the circle round
Without the vision we don’t have sight
To reach the heart and touch the light.
600 horses slayed from hand to land
hoof beats pounding in the night
600 horses slayed from hand to land
ancient warriors earthly right
all nations walk on common ground
thundering souls we make it right
the people rise and darkness falls
600 horses rise from the night
Plant the seeds with hand to land
Mare and steed and foal unite
Bring earth and sky and together stand
Six hundred horses will heal our land
The circle spins and borders fall
The horse nation leads us all
a nation of all 600 horses heal these lands
from people sky and common hands
Only in the darkness can stars appear
The worlds collide releasing fears
600 horses will heal this land
Blue horses rise from land to hand
Michelle Loughery
The ikce oyate, the common people, not the usual spokespeople, but the ones who rarely get to tell their story
