They talk with those eyes but my silence is haunting
Do they not hear me when I cry
Do they not listen to my voice
In its throws of hunger
The river is wide
And my flow is strong

They cannot beat me
This win is gone stale
To sing out their minds
Is a mission in my will
My prison is walled
Yet doors to these fields
Stay open
  
Four years and two days
Have passed
My land has become my eden
Yet they still keep me
As I sing
Through the silence
Of the drunken river