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A child is born, on sacred land
A mother weeps, can't understand
Oh holy man, what have they done
This trail of tears, just can't go on
I hear the cry, cry of a nation
I see your tears, I see your skin
Your promise land, is all but gone
Taken away, the deed was done
Forgotten heroes, were buried alive
The painted warriors, still hope to survive
I hear the cry, cry of a nation
I see your tears, I see your skin
I hear the cry, cry of a nation
A changing tide is rolling in
You were born to be free
Of the land you could thrive
Like a river that flows to the sea
Your spirit will never die
It will never die
I can feel your pain
Yes, I can feel your pain
I feel your pain
I can feel the pain
Yes I do
I hear the cry, cry of a nation
I see your tears, I see your skin
I hear the cry, cry of a nation
A changing tide is roiling in
Cry, cry of a nation
Cry, cry of a nation
Cry, cry of a nation
A changing tide is rolling
Is rolling in
Cry of a nation
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