The Heartbeat of our Tribe

In the hidden valleys, where the mountains touch the sky,
Lies our humble tribe, where the eagle loves to fly.
With hearts as strong as ancient oaks, and spirits pure and free,
We stand as one, united tribe, beneath the sacred tree.

Our ancestors' wisdom guides us, their stories we embrace,
Their courage and their honor, we strive to now retrace.
In the tapestry of time, our small tribe plays its part,
A beating heart of unity, a flame within each heart.

The drumbeats of our tribe resound through the night,
A rhythm of resilience, a beacon of our might.
We dance around the fire, under the starlit dome,
Singing songs of triumph, in our ancestral home.

We cherish every moment, every memory we make,
In the bond of kinship, our spirits awake.
For in this small tribe, we find our greatest treasure,
A love that knows no bounds, a bond that knows no measure.

So let our voices rise as one, in a chorus pure and clear,
A patriotic anthem of our tribe, for all the world to hear.
We carry forth our legacy, with pride and with great glee,
For in the heart of our small tribe, we find our destiny.