The land was what they knew
The land was what they grew
What beautifully efficient people
The kindness in their eyes
Yet a certain sorrow lingered
Because of their demise,
And I could only feel guilty
That I was born white,
Because my greedy race
Led to the Cherokee flight
They left their mountain homes
Thousands died along that trail
But I'm grateful for the nation
That survives to tell the tale
They were all beautiful. They mastered the earth, we're grateful for it, and everyone should strive to be like them