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I am the Desert Southwest Tribe
I wonder how other tribes survive
I hear arrows being shot
I see children playing
I want to be able to hunt
I am the Desert Southwest Tribe
I pretend to fly
I feel wood between my hands
I touch my baskets
I worry about peace breaking
I cry about the men hunting
I am the Desert Southwest Tribe
I understand sign language
I say the words of my people
I dream about peace and love
I try to work the best I can
I hope I can understand sign language
I am the Desert Southwest Tribe