We don't know what we're looking for

 With all the voices rising up

There are still some absent from all this stuff: 

The Native Americans: the purest ones

Who held this land till overrun

While we're all fighting they can see

How we're all creating this travesty...

This restless bickering, this endless fight

Is Karma returning to us: what is right

Though silently living and so unheard

The first Americans send up a word

That truth is truth and right is right

We say we see; but we're all so blind

We took this land with blood and hate

And now we're seeing the price we've paid

We grab and grasp and stay so  poor

Because we don't know what we're looking for

While natives dance and we all fight

The greatest Spirit brings us Light: 

If we would live and see things right

Our egos must die and hearts unite