The Trail of His Tears

Longing for a moment in time

The Red Road before me lay

The tears like fire upon my cheeks

A journey of the Red Road, I call my own!

Slumping to the ground

The drum in my ears does pound

The cry of justice I have found

Hope is the lonely sound

Before me a figure in the distance I see

Who is this? Can it be

The sole survivor of hatred, is it He?

Before one step was taken upon this trail

Ahead of us He walked before

Bitter hatred on Him fell

He wept more tears than I can tell

With the broken hearted united upon that tree

Never will I roam, away from what I see

The Cherokee, Kiowa, and Pawnee

Sacred prayers on bended knee

Cherakowa, Lipon Apache and Shawnee,

Lift your songs into the night

He has already won the fight

Hope smiles through my fears

He was there walking ahead, in His tears

The Trail, now I can see

Rise and take the sacred path

Osage, Yankton, and Cree

Your time has come to be free

The memories of the night, and the raging wrath,

Rise to see the Morning Star, and His decree

Honor and dignity to restore

Health and healing, the Eagles soars

You have come to your hour, no longer can we ignore

Rise up O mighty warriors

Take your place in the sun

Rise up O mighty warriors

See the one, the only Son

Your life has just begun!

The trail of His tears has made away,

He is the one they call Yahwah

Rise again, and see

Your prayers lifted high, like smoke rising in the sky

The one who will never leave

The one and only Son will make away

He paid the price!

Now we rise like the Sioux

His Glory to pursue.

As we walk this road our feet may be black

Tlingit, Mohawk and Seminole

Our stories must be told

He paid the price, our glory to unfold

He is still walking ahead to the right!

We will join Him no matter how dark the night.

Dressed in white Buckskin

The Son, the Creator our friend, this new journey we will begin

Copy write: Danny Dean, Poetry of the Dance, all rights reserved 2018