I count my steps

And I count the swaying heads

The beat of marching feet

A sense of sweet retreat

The day has been long

And the eyes are already dim

With a heart full of hope

And as much ready to elope

Every step is a leap

Every breath so deep

Grinning from ear to ear

I have left behind the trash in a heap

Oblivious to tomorrow

Or the pain it has in store

Some more moments of sorrow

Some wounds still sore

The wind mocks me again

The sun understands my pain

Slavery runs in the blood

No glory to regain

For this night is all I have

Darkness and shadows my true friends

Tomorrow will be another day

Full of expectations and countless errands!


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