They treated her bad,
They called her names.
For everything that went wrong,
She was to blame.
She would cook, dust, clean,
Not a word she would say.
Because her dignity and her freedom,
were stripped away.
She would ask God Why her life turned out this way,
And still with no answer she lives her life,
not knowing why she’s a slave.
Until now she is still a slave,
Always serving them and pray.
And still no one would hear her,
no one to share her pain.
But she knew God heard her cry,
every night and day.
For in Gods eye she was an angel, disguised as a slave.
Waiting for someone,
To share her pain…