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| | Lord, where is our Freedom?
When will our hope begin?
Lord, what of the promise you make?
When will it come?
We have waited for the time
For the truth to life, when justice will shine
Too long those hands of Greed
Held on and made us bleed
When will your people breathe
Lord, will it come?
Lord, what of our children?
When they always depend on you
Lord, why are they scatted and torn
And their young hearts in chains
How they hunger for liberty
Feel their hatred of poverty
Let their spirit rise, soaring free
Lord let it come
Our day will come
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