Through the Eyes of the Innocent
The stars my path to freedom.
The moon my guiding light.
The forest my sanctuary in the dead of night.
Home to the south freedom to the north. Deciding is a struggle in which my mind leaps back and forth.
Instinct is the cause for which Ohio I am bound .To the land in the north where freedom can be found ...
The Run to Freedom
I run. I keep running.
I know they are coming for me.
I hide.I hide for dear life.
If they catch me I will feel the whip strike my back and rip my skin.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I can feel my heart pumping, Boom! Boom!
I am terrified they will find me!
I see their lanterns lingering in the darkness,floating as if no one was there.
They spot me. They run out of the darkness from behind my back.
I hear their hard shoes hit the dusty earth with a thud.
My heart is beating faster and faster, harder and harder.
I run as fast as I can. I get up and run.
They are on my tail. I am running out of breath.
I feel their breath from behind.
I manage to slip out of their grip, although I do not know how.
Now I am in the hands of a kind Quaker family!
I know freedom is within my grasp.
Into blackness I was born,
To be whipped to be torn,
But a light burns madly inside.
The right to be free, the way it was meant to be.
I sob and I cry, but my calls are denied.
Every day I wait for the coming, like a wolf in rest who is very cunning.
Soon my courage builds up. I run and I hide.
But I know they are right behind.
Then I know I am whole. Then I stay and they go.
Freedom Have I Longed
I run and hide but the pain is still inside.
I trip and stumble blindly through the trees.
Freedom is not far off.
Slave catchers follow hot on my trail and I wonder if I will make it.
I fear the punishments that will await me if I fail my quest for a new life.
I hear angry shouts that fill the darkness.
I know freedom lies just beyond the border.
I gain speed . Suddenly the thing I fear most is upon me.
A river blocks my path.
I run and without any thought I hurl myself into the cold water.
It bites my legs and nips at my arms, yet I force myself onward.
At last I see what I am hoping for,
A small light in the window of a cabin.
I run faster and faster with hope and fear running through me like a river.
Finally, the cabin is in a picture and I hear a warm, kind voice.
Safety is upon me and the cruelty and fear is behind.
but my heart is strong and I have the will to go on,
There will be many more miles to travel.
Freedom is so close, yet so far.