In fields where shadows stretch and sigh,Chains rattle in the whispered breeze,The sun bears witness to silent cries,As dreams of freedom bend the knees.Through weary eyes, a distant star,Hope glimmers in the darkest night,Bound hands reach for what seems afar,The promise of a dawn so bright.The stories etched in every scar,Speak of strength, unyielding grace,Yet still they march, both near and far,In search of love’s warm embrace.Though time may dull the anguish felt,The spirit rises, bold and free,For every chain thatâs ever dealt,Becomes a song of liberty.