The Undergrads - Native Child

The Undergrads - Native Child [Lyrics] [Hook] Saviour of the weak, your words ride the wind Through the broken women, you helped rise & mend On these city streets, your light still walks miles Whole world hear the message, Miss Native Child [Verse 1] Born beneath the skyline where the cold winds blow A young soul found purpose where the hard hearts grow Finding strength in places, in the depths of the lows Lived experience turned into seeds to sow Crowds would gather close as the stories took flight Turning pain to wisdom underneath the stage lights Speaking for the wounded through the black of night Helping others navigate where they lacked insight Across Detroit's corners where the dreamers met Her words of grace and struggle hadnt carried regret Every lesson shared became the message it set & Every life affected became a promise kept From the humble stages to the larger halls Kept women upright, kept answering calls Standing firm for the people backed against the walls & the proof is in the works when the curtain falls [Hook] Saviour of the weak, your words ride the wind Through the broken women, you helped rise & mend On these city streets, your light still walks miles Whole world hear the message, Miss Native Child [Verse 2] Receiving spiritual callings far predating the stage Counseling the hurting through their pain & rage Standing with survivors when the nights ran to days Giving strength and shelter, paid out of her wage Turning scars into lessons that others embraced Helping frightened women find a safer place Giving hope to souls who felt they lost the race Leaving fear behind them as they found their grace Not for wealth or glory, not for grand acclaim Just a pure soul committed to a higher aim To lift up the fallen, speak strong yet tame A servant to the people, you could trust the name Many found a path where there once was none Learning they possessed the strength to be the one Workin hard through the pain, till the work was done Watching old chapters close and the new ones come [Hook] Saviour of the weak, your words ride the wind Through the broken women, you helped rise & mend On these city streets, your light still walks miles Whole world hear the message, Miss Native Child [Verse 3] Then the city gathered up, when the tears were fresh Poets shared their memories, each voice professed Stories filled the room from every life she'd blessed Every time beginning with how she served the distressed Candles lit the dark, verses filled the air Proof what was planted was still growing there Roots too deep & unique to compare Branches reaching out through the lives she'd repair Family, friends, and strangers each spoke her name Each remembrance adding to the lasting flame Every heartfelt tribute helping stake the claim To a life of service larger than its frame Now the message carries far beyond those days Living in the people who still walk her ways Every act of kindness helps extend the rays Of the light still shining through the city's haze [Hook] Saviour of the weak, your words ride the wind Through the broken women, you helped rise & mend On these city streets, your light still walks miles Whole world hear the message, Miss Native Child