I dreamt that I was walking down a path
This path lead me to a vast clearing
And in that clearing, I saw many large rocks
And on these rocks, there were writings, pictures and stories
Then I could hear my grandfather singing
I could hear many grandfathers singing
Then I could hear my grandmother singing
Then I could hear many grandmother's singing
And a voice told me that I was here to take these gifts
The stories and the songs
Bring them back from the spirit world, to our world
So we would know how to make our medicine
Culture is our medicine, and that medicine is to be shared
So I leave here with these marks on the ground
And start my journey to bring back
To restore that was lost