I Cannot Be The Great Hunter

I cannot be the great hunter
You wanted me to be, grandmother
I have ridden the raven
Saw the whales do loops on the waters
The white man's sickness
Made me spit blood on the snow
A white man took me away to his homeland
I found myself amongst victims
Wanting to be cured of a spirit
You haven't seen in the forests
Living in rocks, living on water
It is like a tree growing in my lungs
I have no spear with which to kill it
The white man calls it a name
Our tongue finds strange
He says warm weather
and his world's medicine will cure my illness
They cut me open, placed me in a room
white not quite like snow
I feel stronger now
(My heart is hard and sharp)
But I cannot be the great hunter
You wanted me to be