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.