YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE
You can see it in their eyes even when they turn away
You can see it in the hands that toil night and day
You can see it in their faces if they really look at you
It’s even in their walk; you know what they want to do
Yearning to breathe free
When you leave your world behind; another land, a distant shore
Do jobs that others won’t and never ask for more
Struggle on to make ends meet in a dicey part of town
And get treated just like dirt but still keep coming round
Yearning to breathe free
Start up a family business, stay open all the time
Save every hard earned penny and never waste a dime
Make sure the children study; check every report card
No time for drugs and trouble, just working really hard
Yearning to breathe free
Work all day and half the night and never once complain
They make it seem like living here is worth a lot of pain
Freedom is a flower, sacrifice the stem
Nowadays we don’t believe that we were once like them
Yearning to breathe free
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© 1994 Dale Petley (Abbaye Notre-Dame du Calvaire, Rogersville)
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