From a harden trail of pain

tears fell like rain

for the women did cry

from what history can't hide

Their ways of balance and of land

destroyed by a powder skin man

American justice was not there then

and is it here now for them

Robbed of their home they were sent away

along a path that blooms today

the petals of a gift

from the spirits to help their grief

a reminder of what was lost

and the sadness we have cause

And today a whisper of the past

from wrong doing that seems to last

here today in a land that is suppose to be free

a vanishing tribe known as The Cherokee