The beaming sun shines on my dark skin 

And as sweat drips on my forehand 

I look at my sore hands 

And look up to the farm land 

Realizing how much field I have yet to plow

I wonder how many slaves have fled their homes 

Wondering if I should do the same 

I haven’t seen my family in so many years 

Maybe I should escape

Later on, it is a cold night 

I shake with fear 

Knowing that owner will be looking for me in the morning 

But I remind myself that I must run away 

For the sake of ever seeing my family again 

The sky would be pitch black if it weren’t for the stars 

They gave me a feeling of company 

And a sense of hope 

With that, I started running 

I couldn’t look back 

I was still scared 

But I had a sense of relief and hope 

With the cool air against my skin

And all the energy I had 

I felt overjoyed 

With my spirit singing  

Free, free at last