Freedom(slavery)

Look at my hands,
scarred from slavery's bands,
child look at my life,
Time is cutting through me like a knife.

the strength we had from thoughts of freedom,
to leave the devils kingdom,
where we of supposed lower being,
are kept from the truth seeing.

The whip is coming down,
with a heartbreaking sound,
my child you are being torn from me,
these tears cant you see.

the pain we will suffer,
the hopes silently muttered,
dreams to be together again,
and free as a bird then.

the prayers shall lift from my lips,
and be in my heart closely knit,
Lord save us,
before i go to the ground as dust.

safely bring us home,
free and known,
as equal,
also as your people.

and leave behind the chains,
worries and pains,
the freedom i ask for Lord,
releasing us from this cords.

freedom come.
By sacredheart

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