The sunrise above them As they make their way In the early morning light No backward glance Frightened of tomorrow On a lonely road Shrouded in misted rain The vanquished race
Chorus: They felt the touch of loneliness They felt the dread of fear And found the path of wisdom Along the trail of tears
So many ways of falling A thousand barefoot tribes Who trusted promises No resting place March into the wilderness Time their fate decides Leaving behind them Treasures and gold
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The sun sets before them In another land Withered in spirit The struggle ends