The Wound Is Deep

My arms and hands, I can not bring them to rise

They hurt for the would is deep, and I may not surrive

The blood of my wife lies in my side, and I can not give her up

She lives with me in this kingdom of our pride, the Cherokee

The one thing I can not let go, for the wound is deep, but my pride

Is deeper, then any river that runs the path of our time, we shall live

In this valley, and our spirit will rise in the mountains of victory

Where we know and believe