The Ice Under My Eyes

A living breathing thing, I guess, that is what, I be, though when the temperature freezes
There is ice under my eyes, the tears of the past, the road to a reservation, where our honor froze In time
The trails of tears, the hungry, the old and gray, the mare, unable to carry the sick, the scared, the frightened
My native father left his legacy, upon a wounded ground, though mother nature, is keeping it free, it stands for Cherokee
The time for family, the hunt of the centuries, the crippled nation, the horse running wild, now walks slowly
In every mountain, in every passing eagle, there lives a peace of the native man, and the other side, will not be forgotten
The spear buried, once carried high, the waters run cold, as it turns solid, the snow blows over, the ice under my eyes still remains shameless