We can only make our own waves
                             our own warmth
                             our own light

Loyal to the wave, one is drowned
                             at the level.

Yielding to the flame, one is consumed
                             by the fire.

Lending importance to light, one is condemned
                             to the dark.

After death, silence.
Speak now and watch the others stare.
Say nothing and listen to your own despair.



Sorry I do not know who wrote this I found it in a book at the library about Native Americans.