Alone with the moon, my spirit cries
For the lives of my people crushed by whate men's lies.
Taken by force from our mountain home, Robbed of freedom, hearts heavy like stone.
The path was long and littered with death,
Alone with the wind, my spirit does not forget.
The blood of my blood left on that cursed trail,
With the young, the old, the fragile, the frail.
Forced to march into the unknown,
For my proud Cherokee family my spirit now moans.
But we did not die,
Our souls are still here
Walking in spirit on the trail of the tear.
MARTHA MOONGAZER BEARD
NOV. 2005
I didn't write this.. but i thought it was cool, so i posted it! Kudos to Martha Moongazer Beard!
