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