b l a d e she doesn t know me i know her kind sadness brought deepth into her childhood eyes bright colors line her clothes she has a feather in her hair leather shoes with souls worn thin i want to bring her into my world i want to make her smile she is walking a hunters step with death alone with none like her black hair drops over her shoulders she turns away I want to pretend it s not happening but it is what i wouldn t give for just one smile i ll walk away but never forget she s not a chearleader nor a schoolgirl she s my last little indian girl