Engraved in the saved slave's heart
Is a mark before marks,
With chains laiden dark
Does weight really matter
When you('ve) never a start

I should feel freedom
Where I see wandered eyes
It's a shame I can see them,
Glares besting ice

The only tools I had I used to build You up
And now that tools I haven't
What tools can I use to build myself
My future, my family, my strength.

It's a blessing to be a free
But I do not get free blessing
Because those that horde it
Savor the chessing

Free?
I am not free.
And you,
You gave me nothing.