The Disposessed
I am one of the disposessed
you took my land from the north
east and west
you took my home and you
took the best,
how can my broken heart rest?
you ran us south to the
dark endless sea
to live in the swamp
to survive and be free
seminole people
to renegades be
how can my broken heart rest?
there'll come a time
when we'll go home again
a time when our troubles
will blow like the wind
a time when I'll say every man
is my friend
and I'll see all those broken
hearts mend.
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