Freed, but a dream

Using the Stars as Guidance,
a Slaves run,
Across the Meadow, into the trees,
A gentle breeze
Is all they need.

Into the kitchen,
through the back door,
keep going till theres no more.

Every mother child, and man.
Escape to the Promise land,
Many stories have been told,
This ones for these Folks so Bold.

They Run at night into the woods,
A man they follow wearing a Hood,
Creeping crawling across the hills,
Only stoping so they can Refill.

Into the North they run to see,
A place of freedom,
Where none Disagree.

They reach the door,
Untouched by Fathom and War,
The Warnings, they Cant Ignore.

Turn back now New Laws have been passed,
If your caught they'll turn there back.

None to Help these Escapees,
They Lose all hope but one still sees,
He guides them cross Low and High,
Till they Reach The North, And they start to Cry.

TO bad this is all but a Dream,
Nothing they will get to ever See.
Freedom.