My days grow short
My eyes grow weak
Been a slave most of my life
The thought of Freedom
My knowledge in wisdom
Blisters on my feet when I try the plantation retreat
Beaten and clothes always torn
Forced into intimacy woes
Working the plantation fields under the hot sun
It’s a wonder I am still living among
Lord, look down and guide me
Heaven is wise
Plantation owners don’t want me to pray
This is every day
I chant silently in praying words
My voice to you Lord needs to be heard
Praying out with a hopeful thought
How long and when will I be free?
Every day Death runs through my mind
Beat me until I no longer can be beaten
My soul will live forever
I could be buried in unknown graves
I want to see everlasting light
Being a slave seeing no more plight
Freedom Freedom Freedom for all time
Being like a Tomorrow’s sunrise
A slave no more
A New life to explore
The horizon in the distance
Closer I want
Freedom, I want to see
Given praise too Thee
Yet, I will continue to pray
One day
I shall be free