The Song

There's a trail of tears that tells a story
one by one it calls out your names
All the way from Carolina
the sound of the Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain

Chickasaw, Creek, and Seminole found freedom
where they'll never grow old
Their souls embraced to the whisper of the wind
to the sound of Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain

There's a trail of tears where the rivers ran red
in the wintry snow as an eagle flies
Far below the Oklahoma skies
to the sound of Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain

Many moons have passed, it's the white man that cries
Children dying form their guns as thunder roars through the skies
Sins of their forefathers carry the blame
the sound of the Choctaws and the Cherokee Rain

Jodi LaBelle

It has taken me well over twenty years to pen the “Trail Of Tears" song “. The who , what, when , where, and why that lead to the deaths of many along the journey of the “Trail Of Tears”. Many members of different tribes lost their homes and land, but most importantly, their Freedom.

In today's world we see people constantly trying to change history. Man-kind must hold onto their history, to know where they came from, in return to be able to visualize what tomorrow can bring. Our Indian brothers and sisters have accepted civilization, only to watch other races as they destroy each other.

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