Mohican tears

Mohegan tears

(A Native American fear)

The Great Spirit did hear my cry.

For in mercy I did sigh.

For in my eyes were years of tears.

For this land afar that once was ours.

No longer can we call it ours.

We have the right, to this land of life.

The hours of prayers.

Our Forefathers shared.

To save our rights there.

But soon came the night.

Of our Forefathers plights.

Life was so peaceful there.

But no longer is shared.

And Our Forefathers walk a trail of tears.

As did many tribes feared, that were brought here.

And many lost their lives, as dark clouds did us hide.

And those who said they would protect our rights.

Did not keep their word, our voices never heard or in sight.

But now that our lives are becoming bright.

In darkness they seek to keep our rights.

For they break our backs, with unbearable tax.

Soon our kind will lack, and we shall be no more.

For now the fears are with us here.

For soon we may be no more.

Oh Great Spirit I cry, let this not abide.

For when I die, where will my bones abide.

And who will protect them.

From all unfaithful eyes.

Oh Great Spirit I cry before I die.

Make things right, that my children have a life.

That my bones be ever in their sight.

For I know they will treat them right.

Great Spirit

End my plight