The Path
Dreary days and endless nights
we walk the path of the unknown
cold and alone,minds filled with wonders of what's beyond
Wrapped tightly in sheepskin and babies in papooses
close to mommas heart
The elderly in poorly constructed carriages,illness sets in
along with the agony of leaving them behind
Sadly we are forced to move ahead
to a destination feared to have no end
No time to bury our loved ones
or time for our shamans works
just walking the path of the unknown
With bleeding feet and broken spirits
and fear of no survival
we can only pray that we can be strong
and the gods will forgive us for leaving those behind
and there spirits moved beyond
No one will ever know the tears that were sent
nor the pain that we endured
We can only teach today
and hope the people on that trail
who were lost and survived
will forever be remembered in everyones heart.
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