Abolitionist

I see chains.
I see the bondage of these reins.
Crack the whip.
Show the crimson man
who is master of days.
Master Doubt, Master Worry,
Master Guilt, Master Pains.
Slave masters to this generation.
It drains.
Drains it from the strength it contains.
But I hear a voice,
A sound of rushing mighty wind,
it proclaims,

Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
I'm an abolitionist.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
I'm an abolitionist

I can do nothing with voice, but deed
To save not a color or creed,
But a generation that is not afraid to be freed.

Watch these chains break.
Watch the slaves who are free.
Watch them dance in ecstacy.
Watch them become
All that I wanted them to be.

I'm an abolitionist
I'm an abolitionist
And I have an interest

In you.