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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