It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes

When I Got Back To My Father And Mother And Was Sitting Up There In Our Tepee, My Face Was Still All Puffed And My Legs And Arms Were Badly Swollen; But I Felt Good All Over And Wanted To Get Right Up And Run Around.

When A Vision Comes From The Thunder Beings Of The West, It Comes With Terror Like A Thunder Storm; But When The Storm Of Vision Has Passed, The World Is Greenier And Happier; For Wherever The Truth Of Vision Comes Upon The World, It Is Like A Rain. The World, You See, Is Happier After The Terror Of The Storm.

My Friend, I Am Going To Tell You The Story Of My Life, As You Wish; And If It Were Only The Story Of My Life I Think I Would Not Tell It; For What Is One Man That He Should Make Much Of His Winters, Even When They Bend Him Like A Heavy Snow?

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

I Looked Below And Saw My People There, And All Were Well And Happy Except One, And He Was Lying Like The Dead - And That One Was Myself.