We will take you from the jungles to the farms in America. You will feel the whip of the overseer and the sweat of the slave. The cry for help and the discouragement of life. The hope and prayers for a better day has seemed to run from me. God where are you? I should have jumped from that big boat I would feel better dying as the salty water of the sea filled my lungs and I would never be abused again. We will teach you why you must wade in the water, and show you how to watch for the train.they are singing "when we gather at the river" after dark we will gather and pray then I will run, I will die, because I cannot take this another day. I will run or I will die. It makes no difference I am already dead. I have prayed, but my prayer has not heard, I have cried and I am told to be strong. I know there is a God up there, and He saw the anger and the hate of the master. The God of the heavens will let me see a better day. That day, will be with Him in glory.