Away I run,
To the land of the free,
Where doors can be opened without sacrificing yourself for keys,
Dirty knees,

My girl back home cannot make money,
Yet she is sold off and people think it's funny,

But what they do not realize is that she is a slave,
Placed in chains that she'll take to her grave,

And yet she still has unwavering hope
Suppressing every urge to slit her throat,

Maybe one day she will escape this cage,
They tell her things are changing in this day and age,
But for now she must contain her rage,

Because the only living can make it to the land of the free,
I only hope that I take her with me.