My last thought when I lay down at night When will I learn not to fight Forced to live a story no one wants to be in Waiting for the day when I'm free again My life is different than an indentured servant I feel small, worthless, like an ant Told our work is to repay a loan The money we make, we don't own Such is the life of one in bonded labor Working all day until the latest hour None of us are safe, even the children Our girls become prostitutes, the boys dance before men Modern slavery today has many names it goes by Political Correctness is the reason why We wait for the day when we can truly breathe in The moment we're told we're free again
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