Miles Long Gone


We shake our chains, we weary souls
Who dream all night of going home,
And through our pain, there is no light,
But rolling waves and lashes' bites.

We long for lands we call our home,
Though we are miles and miles long gone,
And pray one day we shall return
Or children's children make the journ'.

Our eyes are wet as we behold
Our people fallen, young and old,
The mighty serving evil men,
And princes toiling at their hands.

What world is this, we've seen in plight,
Where brother holds a brother's life?
Though hope has never left my face,
In masters', mercy has no place.

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