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Where’s father makawee? I hope not defeated I walk under the Sun I’m looking for him, while the eagles scream I follow my passion, because I need to know: Where is makawee? Where’s my precious, my untouchable, my guide, my cherokee The reflection of the Sun Shows what I’ve become A brave heart I see You knew and repeated, my son you'll raise from the hills I follow my passion, because I need to know: Where is makawee? Where’s my precious, my untouchable, my guide, my cherokee And on the top of the hill I saw him in my skin