Freedom Rings

song for freedom...

A chain gang breaking rocks
in a quarry many miles away
from the prison they live in...
with sledge hammers in their hands
they're breaking boulders down to size.
They sweat in the heat of the sun,
under the heat there of the sun.

They wonder what tomorrow will bring
as they keep up the hard labor there...
they think about their loved ones at home.
Through the pain in their eyes and the
agony that they have inside they find a life
they dug for themselves, a cold life they
made for themselves.

Maybe someday in some odd way
their lives' will change somehow.
Maybe something it will soon bring
truth to the here and now.
Time is passing, everlasting and it is
ticking by as our choir sings.
Lord please help them, won't you help
them...listen as their freedom rings.

Freedom rings-it rings out so loud and clear.
Freedom rings-and it just can't disappear.
Freedom rings-it always brings out our tears.

Maybe someday in some odd way
things will somehow change.
Maybe someone will come undone
and it'll be so strange...when things
are changing, re-arranging and making
life sweeter as it brings...a smile to them,
really to them as their freedom rings.

Freedom rings-tell me now can you hear it ring?
Freedom rings-tell me how you can hear it ring?
Freedom rings-how it's gonna change everything.