The ropes burn
My shackles break
My stomach Churns
Thy head does ache
The ceiling falls
on my back
I start to crawl
I hear a crack
The whip comes swift
my face turns bleak
I grimace in pain
Its cause im a sneak
I stole some food, Cause they starve me so
I only wish theyd loosen these ropes
The other slaves, Whisper for me not to go
But this torture breaks my hope
I hear a cry, carried in the wind
It take me back again and again
End it soon I cannot win
My vision blurs, my morale breaks, it all ends soon,
but ill rise again
