Tekst piosenki
A gaping chasm divides our
indigenous world from wider society.
Over-stretched between the two,
and clutching for the latter too
many have surrendered their
grip on identity.
The language lost, tribal lands
now distanced by more the
geography, and inheritance
waived.
Isolated. Estranged. They
become rootless like the
Kumara.
Dead, decaying
Access to and interaction with
language, culture, resources and
its' support networks must then
become more readily available.
Maori must be re-immersed in all
aspects of Maoritanga.
Diminished the distance between
the world before the culture and
its peoples' identity are
separated forever.
