Beyond the Trail of Tears, the sky forgets to gray,
your name still rides the wind through cedar and clay.
I braid my voice with every broken feather,
so you can hear the road that leads us back together.
Moonlight pours like mercy on the fields we couldn’t save,
I plant my heartbeat softly in the footprints that you gave.
If sorrow is the river, let memory be the shore—
I’ll walk this ache forever, till the grass feels no more.