

I believe this song goes into depth about racism and that, until you learn the ways of other persons of different races and backgrounds you will never truly understand them and in order to see the world through their eyes you must appreciate and respect their culture and/or religion, learn to walk the footsteps of a stranger suggests this and so you can find out meaningful things about said person and get to know them not for their skin colour but also what their soul and personality says about them, no one should be discriminated because of colour and if you do this then you will never truly appreciate the world for what it is, as this song states come run the hidden trails of the forest, this is an invitation from Pocahontas to John to come and see what my world looks like, come and experience what I do and see who is really the savage by destroying trees and the rich soil, in life we must be open-minded to those around us as not everyone grew up or think like you do. You can paint with all the colors of the wind We need to paint with all the colors of the wind We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain

If you cut it down then you'll never knowĪnd you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moonįor whether we are white or copper skinned The rainstorm and the river are my brothers Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinnedĬan you sing with all the voices of the mountainĬan you paint with all the colors of the wind?Ĭome run the hidden pine trails of the forestĬome taste the sun-sweet berries of the earthĬome roll in all the riches all around youĪnd for once never wonder what they're worth Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon You'll learn things you never knew you never knew The earth is just a dead thing you can claimīut I know every rock and tree and creatureĪre the people who look and think like youīut if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You think you own whatever land you land on How can there be so much that you don't know? And you've been so many places I guess it must be soīut still I cannot see, if the savage one is me
