I strive to take a breath as my lungs fill with the heavy smoke
The fire burns so hot sweat begins to trickle off my arms
The burns sting and the heat dries out my eyes.
As I get off the bus my head is beaten with an iron rod.
Day turns to night and I see a friendly face
A feeling of coolness runs through my body
As if another believes freedom should be in our reach.
I awaken, burns and bruises won't bring us down
Onto the next bus we go
Bringing freedom to another town.