I see the ghosts of spirits past
I see the ghosts of all those killed
Killed for anger: killed for greed
Yes I see the ghosts of all the little ones
Starving to death along the Trail of tears
While their mothers watched alone
No-one to ease their broken hearts
Tiana of the Cherokee: your story
It resounds within my heart & soul
The pain of loss forever held inside
My heart is crying by your side
Please dear Lord: how can they hide
These atrocities & call it history?
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