i scarce had strength to speak
the faint beam of hope was diminishing
a tear has found its way down my cheek
as every one of my limbs trembled

at times i would rise up
only to fall down in fear
alone in a prison
of inhumanity and tears

my mother had told me
"grow in grace"
yet how can i forgive the ones
that suffers our fellow slaves?

but in the darkness
i find my comfort and relief
in the songs
that my mother had sung to me

from the sorrows deep within our hearts
the tales of woe
a testimony against slavery
can be found in every tone

the lyrics drowned my sorrow
they were tones of loud, long, and deep;
The hearing of those wild notes
lit an ember of hope in me

my soul was set on fire
oh, if only i were free
oh, if only i could fly away
to the land of deliverance

My long-crushed spirit rose,
cowardice departed,
bold defiance took its place;

it was from this moment on
that i have decided
i shall no longer be
someone else's slave