Cherokee Ways
Standing on the edge of time
I look at all the land that once belonged to me and my kind
Gone are the forests and the tall grass
Rivers and streams are polluted and dry
Even the mighty mountains look down on it and cry
The circle was broken so long ago
My people still in shackles for what they still don't know
A quiet breeze brings a soft mist
As gentle and tender as a mother's kiss
In the distance I can hear the ancient ones
Their faces shaded by the setting sun
With tears in their eyes they look upon their land
Wondering if it will ever be the same again
I look down again and see a light
A single glow shining bright
Somewhere a flicker of hope still lives
Somewhere the spirit of our people still lives
I wait patiently for the day
When once again we will know the Cherokee Ways
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