I am a tree among a strong forest

I stand side by side

With my Cherokee brothers and sisters

Our Native American roots

 Stretch across the south and east

We have walked the Trail of Tears and survived

We are a tribe, whose blood

Has purchased our freedoms and our rights

We are a proud people, long suffering in our work

We are a strong people,

Rich in our native traditions and values

Our souls are connected with the earth,

Every creature, every leaf, every cloud.

We bend but do not break

Even when our ways are threatened

We will never stop believing, in our way of life

But each passing generation

Loses a little of itself

Preservation not Reservation

 Shall now be our common cry

I’m calling out to the Cherokee Tribe

Stand Up brothers and sisters its time to revive!