Source: A snippet of a 19th century slave song in America.
It's amazing to me that a slave, a person who was treated like animals - worse, even than some animals - could write such a powerful statement. Living in a world where I was told not only that another person would tell me if, when, and how far I could move, how far I could go, I don't know if I'd be capable of writing a traveling song.
Powerful song.
I will go ... I will move on, I will move foward. I will no longer be a slave to my own fears and comforts ... there is no longer any place for that.
I shall go ... nothing can stop me at this point.
I'll see where the end may be ...
I'll see where the end may be