Tears Along The Way Poem by Danielle D. Leigh

They bowed their heads in misery
As they walked that dreadful trail so long
Their eyes swollen and red
While they sing a prayerful song

Their fingers turning black
And cold
As they sing a song
Of old

They children no longer laugh
They elders spend their day
Walking ‘long the path
As they try and pray

The family cries
As the mother passes ‘way
The father dies
As the children pray

They feel the pain
At their core
In their souls for their bodies
Can feel no more

Every day ‘bout 14 die
The elders sing
And the families cry
They say the wound will heal
When peace arrives

The animals of the forest
Now feel sorrow in their hearts
The pain of the Indians
Whom lye dead in the carts

The suffering ends
on fateful day
as they birds sing
and deer pray

The end is then
But not without loss
nearly 4,000 died
Without making it across

The tears shed along the way
Will never be forgotten
Not even to this day