They thought it was over,
for them it was bad.
Being beaten and tortured,
hope was all they had.

Their labor fields were cages,
their very few rights were limited.
Even though they didn’t like it,
complaining was prohibited.

Her arms and shins were purple as plums,
her head aching, she cried.
But maybe she can do something,
she hasn’t yet tried.

She lay on her bed of stone,
closed her eyes and smiled . . .

They thought it was over,
for them, it was bad.
Being beaten and tortured,
hope was all they had.

But, what if it wasn’t,
what if there was more?
She glanced at her children,
laying on the floor.

Something sparked inside her mind,
and she finally saw the truth . . .

They might not have much,
but they have something special.
They have love for each other,
and that’s more than essential.

She crouched down near her kids,
and kissed them all goodnight.
Because she knows one day things will change,
one day it’ll be alright.