I could go on and on and name
You all but there's no need of that.
Why stir the wounds?
I know they pain enough

What would you all give for another
Chance to see those things you must all remember
And often yearn to touch again?

And when the whips of the oppressors
Are broken and their names
Forgotten and destroyed
It was for freedom!

We have planted freedom in this earth like wheat
And we have said to the skies above us
"A man shall own his own soul"
Now, here is this man