Their faces are expectant
Like a fisherman who's cast a rod
That a day shall dawn
When there'll be no slave to a master
When man shall stand next to another
Neither shall be deemed inferior
They hope for a day
They won't kneel begging for a meal
Deserved for their hard labour
A day there won't be wailing children
Longing for their mother's breast
A day they shall be free
Like the birds
That one day
The sun shall wake after them
Not find them in the fields
That day they'll be free to sing
Sing a song of liberty
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