Our feet are tied
We can’t move wherever we want to
Freedom is what we don’t have
It is what we want.
Our bodies are covered by blood
It seems like our tears are going down the drain
We are voiceless
Our cries are not heard
Even though we scream at the top of our lungs
We are still voiceless.
We are fighting for freedom
We are not free but yet to be free,
This is the beginning of the fight yet we’re at the end
We can’t move freely
We are not free.