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It's been so long, recollection of what day is gone.
Broken branches giving thorns, tripping over trees fallen.
Nightmares of being hung.
No freedom papers, on the run.
Torches in the distance, hounds barking, here they come.
Can't look back, they don't forgive, or your done.
So dark, can't see what's in front.
Moon light paths, until the break of the sun.
No time to sleep, no time to eat.
I need some water, but I need to keep moving my feet.
They hurt and are bloody, but owner of no shoes.
An owner wants me to work with no dues.
Over my head, a shot just flew.
Ricochet off a tree, just missed me.
I may die before I can even read or write, what a pity.
Innocent or not, always guilty.
Maybe I should just stop, let them beat me.
But, maybe this time they'll kill me?
If I get away, maybe they'll hurt my family.
Break them up, and sell them separately.
The risk was known by everybody.
No turning back, the pain for freedom aches throughout my body.
I heard screaming, I hear cheers of lynch mobbing.
Sneaking back, peering from afar, behind a tree.
They found another, hiding, though they were looking for me.
The noose tightens, as swinging legs become still.
No more worries, he is now free.
I shall not forget, as I continue to flee.
A runaway, running to be free.
