Voyage Down That Long Trail (Trail of Tears)
Looking back in the past brings back deep sorrow in someone’s heart,
Trying to think about how much of so many families were torn apart.
Just try to think of being taken from the land that was given to by the Great Spirit,
And all the love and hard work it took to take care it.
So much was lost over that long voyage down that long Trail,
That cost many lives and made many feel like their hearts were brittle and frail.
Try to think about how those days turned to weeks then to months and then years.
Well if we go to think about this then we can see why they call it the Trail of Tears.
It can be seen on how many things that really effected their lives,
Between the hard rain, the sleet and snow and those blazing hot days it made it hard to survive,
And suffering from starvation to sickness and everything else that would take its toll,
This long travel seemed like it would never end and it drained the hope and promise of their souls.
Knowing that this land being taken and never being able to see it again,
Yes it took a long time for them to travel until it came time to ask when is when.
Just think of being taken from this land that was fertile and made you feel like you were strong,
Then taken to a place that was barren and dry and you did not belong.
Well it cost us so much to being taken us to this Promise Land,
But no it is time to thank our Great Spirit for being with us and giving us you’re helping hand.
This causes our happiness and our spirits to fly up into the sky,
To finally to be able to see why,
This is why we need to fall and embrace this earth,
And to thank you again for giving us a chance to relive life like a rebirth
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