See the Slave Boy

See the slave boy,
Shackled to the wall.
his heart racing
Like untamed horses.
You crack your whip,
Down over his back.
Back in the day,
In the days when he was young.
Back in the day,
He'd run up no mans hill,
Wind blowing through his hair,
Someones calling,
But he don't care.
Back in the day.
See the slave boy,
Break free from the shackles.
With a chance to run,
He stops and turns
Back to his master
His heart still prisoner.
Back in the day,
In the days when I was young.
Back in the day,
I'd run up no mans hill.
Wind blowing through my hair.
Someones calling,
But I don't care.
Back in the day.