Lost Bird


Oh, Lost Bird waiting to return
Crying with an anger that burns

There was no place to hide
Except deep in her dreams
Let her spirit take flight
Leave this world behind
And fly free

Differences do not amuse
In a land you did not choose


Never complete always wanting more
Is her soul the price we pay for war?

Oh, Lost Bird came home to rest
Scattered to the stars and blessed.

Written by Arigon Starr
©1997 Starrwatcher Publishing (ASCAP)
Lyrics reprinted by kind permission.

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Lost Bird was an actual person. Her story goes that after the bloody massacre at Wounded Knee in 1890, she was one of the few survivors. She was adopted by a white general who wanted to raise her as his own.

Well…things didn’t quite work out!

The general abused the poor kid, and after running away many, many times (including throwing herself on the mass grave at Wounded Knee), she was thrown out of their “loving” home. She wandered for many years, working as an wild west show performer among other unsavory occupations, and died alone at age 29.

Through the efforts of Renee Samson Flood and Marie Not Help Him, Lost Bird’s remains were located and reburied in a Lakota scattering ceremony at Wounded Knee in South Dakota.

The Diva read this story in USA TODAY and wrote her song as a tribute to the young woman. “Everyone knows what it feels like to not fit in. This story is even more tragic because Lost Bird was one of many, many Indian kids who’ve been adopted out and don’t know their heritage — or in some cases, even their tribal affiliation.”

Not to rain on anyone’s parade — but there is some controversy surrounding this story which makes it even more poignant.

Some of the other survivors of Wounded Knee have come forward to say that Lost Bird’s mother did not die in the massacre, but survived. Some of her people are still living and you can visit this site to read more about their story.