Nunna daul
Tsuny
By ~Marge
Tindal~ © 1999
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The Trail
Where They Cried,
so plain to
see,
the tears
that have fallen
from the eyes
of the Great Cherokee.
A chasm so
deep
it cannot be
bridged.
The tears
make mighty rivers
flowing
through the ridge.
A land
once so bountiful,
now covered
with my people's tears.
Overcome with
grief
for far too
many years.
The crying
of the Cherokee
heard through
the ages.
Their wails
fill the night
with such sad
history pages.
Nunna daul
Tsuny,
The Trail
Where They Cried...
oh, Great
Spirit wipe
the tears
from these eyes.
Not so
I'll forget,
for that
could never be,
but for the
pride
of the Great
Cherokee.
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