Her words are never meaningless They stop when she speak Her eyes convince all who resist The strengthened grow weak Her voice declares the richest air One ever could breathe Her syllables their utterance Would never deceive Damned for the reservation Speaking the word When those who fall below Have already heard Her thoughts will swirl a graceless curl Around every mind Her lips confirm what she has learned No sentence unkind Her hands will hold in precious form A book on her life Her heart contains all that remains To bless it goodnight Damned for the reservation Speaking the word When those who live above Have already heard