A New Crossing For Us All
Setting out cross country when this land was new,
Was such an adventure and sometimes dangerous thing to do.
Sometimes it was necessary and the only way some folks could get ahead,
Most times they were just pipe dreams of journeys that some had read.
Hardly ever were they told of all the dangers along the way,
Wild animals, Indians, snakes, harsh weather, deserts, no water, I could go on all day.
Usually when they got started, they had invested too much to turn back,
It was make it or break it, as the wagons laid down their tracks.
As they made their way cross lands that were fertile and rich,
For destinations unknown, or till they found the cure for their itch.
Many a man’s, woman’s, and child’s bones are buried alone by the trail,
As they pushed on forward intent on surviving this hell.
These were our forefathers, not really so different than you or me,
They hurt, they suffered, they bled, but it didn’t matter as long as they were free.
Cause freedom is like a spirit, once it is tasted it can never be quelled,
And all those bodies that were left are testimonies that our freedom prevailed.
Their spirits still live in search of freedom for all,
It’s the American way and no sacrifice was too small.
Right now we are kind of like those old settlers we are having it rough,
Nothing worth while ever comes easy, and what don’t kill you will sure make you tough.
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