Trail of Tears
We were promised a good land, by the white man
but he says we would have to travel far
He says, we'd be better in the nations
but none of us are certain, where they are
The women and the children, they look tired
and rumors that, sickness is around
the spirits of our fathers, they have warned us
That the dead upon this trail will abound
We are weary and broken, but keep walking
as our people bow their heads and start to weep
at night we pull our blankets to our shoulders
with one breath, we will find eternal peace
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