The path of the Cherokee

Walking in the darkest cold
leaving bearfoot tracks
Banished and left without our gold
No place warm to relax

My home we left behind
To walk all alone
Some dieing and going blind
Our new home so unknown

Coughing moaning waiting
hoping we all make it there
our populations abating
This rode we walk so unfair

My ansestors needed food
no one cared to feed them
Jacksons actions so rude
fighting all over some gem