I look up,
To the cotton skies*
They Beckon me.
To a land, far away
With gleeful people
A land of prosperity.
I look up,
To the cotton skies.
They beckon me.
Away from the sorrow,
Far from turmoil
I wish to flee.
I look up,
To the cotton skies
I get some clarity.
This turmoil is home,
Gaiety, the enemy.
I look up,
To the cotton skies
One thought in mind.
This is my life.
My life in the cotton fields.
Child labour, Slavery. Never.