It's a long, hard road,
To gain freedom,
Those waiting,
To snatch away happiness,
At a moment's notice;
At any opportunity.
And these shoes that I love,
Have walked those steps,
I have worked hard,
I have risen above failure,
But I don't mock those,
Beneath me: I guide them,
And advise them,
Of those traps,
Hidden along the road,
Criminals laughing,
As they mock.
And I was meant to be history,
Like the tick tock,
Of a broken clock,
That planned my time,
My days, my hours,
My entire life.
And I stand here today,
Remembering my courage,
And remembering my prayers,
For freedom I did swear for,
On the bible,
I could be whoever I chose,
And I kept my enemies close,
Watching set their vicious traps,
For I was always one step ahead.
And it is a long, hard road,
But I have ny skills,
To help me carry my load,
And I am proud:
For I have a place in the world,
And I shall always belong.
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