Truganini

All lands have queens She’s a goddess of the dream time Evaders of the black line Around the world it’s a reoccurring thing Truganini Everybody wants the simplest things They want hope, they want love No voice from above It’s the truth And it echoes through the ages You cannot refute our history Yes I was taught to compromise but at what price? The past is the heaviest burden So many broken promises I must warn the others Set the plains on fire Lеt me rest in the rivеr behind the mountain Give my all to the bloodline It’s up to them how the story ends Truganini