The soft pounding of the drums
Echoed memories, from the years
Remembering my ancestors. . . And
Their walking "The Trail of Tears"
A people, of peace, Who suffered grief
On our land, we were content, to the core
Having our own "White" and "Red" Chief
One for peace. . .The other, in case of war
Proud people, of many generations
So persecuted, yet set in their way
Forced to walk their way to Oklahoma
With much hardship . . . Day after day
Many of my people, died along the way
For women and children, walking took it's toll
Many had suffered . . .Such bleakness, everyday
A time, that was so heartbreakingly . . Cruel
Today, we know that times are different
The Native American, live on their own land
It is sad to think of the. . . Destruction
Yet, "The Cherokee Nation" has taken a stand!
