Visions

Visions I have visions of cotton fields On the plantations of old I have visions of the slavery As their life stories unfold They worked from daylight No work went undone Their backs bent over Their bodies baked by the sun Not knowing if they would live To see another day Family separated from each other Sold as property to many dismay Freedom often meant death Many of their stories untold They still remained proud people Their bodies strong and bold They would sing songs in the fields Of their many tribulations Their prayers went up to a God That changed the visions of a nation