Cherokee Pride

Wild horses run free, like the spirit of restless natives

Cherokee nation, a chief proud of his country, his people

Born free to roam and protect their land where they create

Create a world of honor, they father their children, teach them to hunt, to survive

Warriors of love they kill only to live, the wild animals are their friends

White man came and took over their land, took their home, took some of their women

A broken arrow is all that's left, museums filled with artifacts

As the broken arrow remains, so does the Cherokee Pride

Skulls, broken bones, pottery, jewelry, beads, arrow head spears, and knives

A broken spirit, a broken nation, proud were their wives

Mounds of memories, burials of tribes, all not forgotten

Their memory survives, a broken arrow, a broken heart

For these are my ancestors, who make me proud I'm alive