"I Picked A Flower From The Grave" lyrics

I picked a flower from the grave
Of my great-grandmother's pain
She whispers quietly to me
Teaching me to fight for thee

Tied to horses, dragged through fields
Still, our souls would never yield
Caged in carnivals of death
Punished with the white man's wrath

Your daughter got the [?]
For the whip upon her back
Bled for speaking her own tongue
Still, the white man never won

Listen now, I will not cease
To resist and strive for peace
They can take me by my hair
I will not falter, I will not fear

Great-grandmother, hear my cry
Wipe these tears from my eyes
I will sing 'til my last breath
I will not let them forget
I will not let them forget