The ride to freedom was

The ride to freedom was long Time would never heal The wounds and the cries From men and children alike Full of tears, pain, shame They kept on singing their song Persevering through the ordeal Looking ahead to bluer skies And a time to be free from the strike Full of tears, pain, shame Once the brutality was proved wrong The possibility of freedom became real And they stopped believing the lies That had been based solely on what they looked like Time for joy, peace, strength