Trail of Tears

by Laura Fickle, all these feelings I seem to be reeling from Under the nail of my thumb, a worn out drum is spun Beating, like a bleeding heart so recklessly made They say it slowly strayed from the sound it played I made a call, an ill-fated change of course Remorse floods empty pockets that backed the wrong horse Of course, I see clearly now the highway trail of tears I met the end, the last express to all of my fears Strangely, I've found a peace that the fire disavowed Lord, fix these broken wings and i'll live in the clouds I'll hear those desparate prayers that pour from the masses Amass the brass that will fill the holes from all those useless classes