Broken Cloud
		Face in the sun Like a broken cloud 'Fore morning's come Squintin' eyes In the desert v waste Shouts his cause Its no disgrace
		Broken Cloud Standin' high Sees the sun And gives out his cry
		Light in his hair Mighty like the spear In hardened grip Gazing Over yonder plains Stalks the prey With fingertips
		Scars bear his chest Feathers surround his head Quick and light Ready for tight Loves his life But the warrior is forgot
		He may laugh at all The weathered storms Friendly with the sun That gives him warmth Alone but free He's a memory Past is the pride That's his company