I Am Not A Child,

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

I Know That My Race Must Change. We Cannot Hold Our Own With The White Men As We Are. We Only Ask An Even Chance To Live As Other Men Live. We Ask To Be Recognized As Men. We Ask That The Same Law Shall Work Alike On All Men. If An Indian Breaks The Law, Punish Him By The Law. If A White Man Breaks The Law, Punish Him Also.

Let Me Be A Free Man, Free To Travel, Free To Stop, Free To Work, Free To Trade Where I Choose, Free To Choose My Own Teachers, Free To Follow The Religion Of My Fathers, Free To Talk, Think And Act For Myself — And I Will Obey Every Law Or Submit To The Penalty.

Let Me Be A Free Man - Free To Travel, Free To Stop, Free To Work.

My People Were Divided About Surrendering.