Born on the Reservation
Daughter of First Nations
Orphaned as a child
Abandoned and run wild
She tried to find truth
But lies were all she knew
She never had any peace inside
But my mother tried When they sold her for whiskey
She never cried
When she felt their hands in the darkness
She had no place to hide
As long as she lived
She was ashamed of her life
She was just a child
When my mother died The hardness of her life took its toll
On her sweet gentle soul
When I learned she was ill
I ran to her side
I told her about my Jesus
And she gave Him her life
She finally knew peace inside
Then my mother died When they sold her for whiskey
She never cried
When she felt their hands in the darkness
She had no place to hide
As long as she lived
She was ashamed of her life
She was just a child
When my mother died Mama received Jesus
Then she closed her eyes
I saw the tear that Jesus dried
When my mother cried
I knew she didnt feel the pain Anymore
I knew she was walking through Heavens door
And I knew a sweet peace inside
When my mother died She took me and ran she didnt
Want the same life for me
But she never could see the truth
That I always knew
That she was none of the things
That she believed When they sold her for whiskey
She never cried
When she felt their hands in the darkness
She had no place to hide
As long as she lived
She was ashamed of her life
She was just a child
When my mother died She was just a child
When my mother died
When my mother died 2013 KALEE HRIC MUSIC (SOCAN)