Listening to the wind the air sings again
Little indian
The wind whispers her name ancestors live and breath
little indian
Tormented by her cries fondling the night
Little indian
She's fighting to breath As they pass her around
Her soul is shaking
Degrading her as they hold her down the shadows she can taste them
They left her lying on the ground covered in a bed of thorns
Her Apache heart will burn their souls
Little indian
Her hair in braids her heart soft and frail
Little indian
Hiding alone in her corner of the world
Little indian
On her knees you can hear her scream
Little indian
She's fighting to breath As they pass her around
Her soul is shaking
Degrading her as they hold her down the shadows she can taste them
They left her lying on the ground covered in a bed of thorns
Her Apache heart will burn their souls
Little indian
Blistering her skin tormenting her within
Little indian
They through her away her darkness never fades
Little indian
One by one they'll pay her heart it breaks
Little indian
Her Apache tears will burn their soul
Little Indian
