There are heroes
and there are zeros.
Man & woman serving their country
& maker.
Thieves, murders try to fit.
But they are zeroes.
Freedom passes like a gas in
the night.
Light & airy.
Scary but not taken lightly.
A road not likely taken.
As the children sing songs of
fredom.
What is free?
What is to be?
Cree, Their Credo served.
Swerved as the winds of the day
blind their sight.
Taken back to the Old Traditional vows.
Heroes & zeroes shared one common plight.
(contin.)
As the dolphins swim toward the sea.