   
 I could see for miles around; The sky was beautiful and blue Everywhere were natures sounds.  Across the valley..the mountains rise Smoke puffs fill the sky; It was a message from the chief I felt a sudden chill as the words did fly. The message was over in minutes But would live on for many years; He told me about the journey It was called the "Trail Of Tears".  The Cherokee's homes were taken from them Which they had worked so long and hard for; Thousands were lost along the way Upon reaching Oklahoma, they lost more. They hated this new barren land That they were made to live upon; There was nothing they could do There fate was sealed by just one man.  These people who loves all creation Liked nothing better than to be free; Were displaced with no regard No more beautiful mountains could they see. They made the best of what they had For them life would never be the same; That they were forced to live Made them weep and feel such shame.  October 9 2002           distributed or displayed in any way without written permission from the artists Please Honor the Artists Copyright Laws. All Rights Reserved © 1999-2008 |
