A hundred feet deep I’ve dug to find reasons to live
Something to give my life for
My ancestors show me the way, my heritage keeps me alive
And when I die I become one of the ghosts of a culture’s pride

That deep Oh that deep! WHat Have I Found!
Through memories of mine I have found my lost aim
My forefathers wise hands helps me
Through my bounden duty
And when I die I become one
of the ghosts of a culture's pride

Having been numb through the years of silence scraching these old red wounds
My arms are led by irresistable power my heart is the drum beating truth
Yeah I know now where to go and what must be done I do