A:08 - 06. Bound in Iron (Slavery) By Echo Gray V.02

Verse 1: The sun bakes the fields, the chains bite the skin, In the cotton’s white bloom, I labor within. I hum to the heavens, where freedom’s a dream, But the whip cracks my back, and the rivers won’t redeem. Chorus: Bound in iron, bound by pain, My soul sings low like a freighted train. Bound in iron, bound in night, Still I whisper hope through the chains so tight. Verse 2: Auction block echoes, voices are sold, The gavel strikes life like iron gone cold. Yet my spirit won’t yield, though they strip flesh away, God sees every tear that the night swallows away. Bridge: Swing low, sweet chariot, come take me home, Where rivers run golden and angels have roamed. Till then, I rise with the dawn’s cruel flame, Bound in this world—but my soul, it won’t be tamed. Chorus: Bound in iron, bound by pain, My soul sings low like a freighted train. Bound in iron, bound in night, Still I whisper hope through the chains so tight. Outro: Chains may hold me, the earth may bind, But my song flies free, unconfined.