The night is black
The days are gray
The times are hard for us
My people suffer...
My people suffer from their surroundings.
We live in a world that hates us.
Everything here we cannot trust.
We cannot even trust ourselves.
I escaped this horrid place,
I traveled beyond, to the place of the other
My lord was always there
My lord prepared me for the trip as best he could
He told me it would be difficult
And I believed him; for he was my lord,
And he rescued me
He was the first, and the only
My lord was the first to leave
And the only to go back
Our enemies placed us in that horrid prison
They had almost defeated us
But we are strong willed
Our place was not to die from their creation
But to conquer and become stronger from it
My home was a place from which I will always have nightmares
And yet I feel compelled to go back
back to free others
I am free of the horror
But so many more remain in bondage
I was an unwilling slave, as are most of my people
We were slaves, not just from hatred
As most of the free would say,
But, as I have discovered, also from love.
Love of family, love of people, but hatred of our enemies, hatred of our home
I will turn this hatred into love
I will return to my home
I will free my people