Trail of Tears

When the world comes down, with a lot of hurt.
People screaming and shouting, no one is heard.
My ears fog up and my eyes flutter!
My temperature raises and my nevers shutters.
The pressure so great, I sometimes wonder.
What kind of stress, are we under!
Is this a test to see how we do?
Or a test, to show our love for you.
To test the powers of a Tribe who cares.
For the little ones, who lives suspended mid-air.
Oh Great Spirit, show a sign for me.
That the little ones lives, are set to be.
William J. Roney III
Copyright (C) 2002

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