Set free the slave
Give them back their life
The child in the shack
The woman on the rack
Tragedies ignored
To hard to take, or believe
My anger rages
At those who steal
What I have so freely given
My hand is held high
Ready to desend on the thief
My grace, mercy, and patience
Can hold it back no longer
Come along you warriors of mine
Be ready, for it is thrashing time
Love my children
Set them free
Love my children
Restore them to me
