The life of a slave is hard, without any choices to make,
nor decisions to take, the life of a slave is hard..

The life of a slave is bound, to whoever holds her by right,
with collar and shackles so tight, the life of a slave is bound.

The life of a slave is sad, when she has no more tears left to cry,
not even the choice left to die, the life of a slave is sad.

The life of a slave is lust, when the one who holds her by right,
is able to use her well, make her life light, the life of a slave is lust.

The life of a slave can be born, when she enjoys every patch of blue sky,
when she as far as chains allow her will fly, the life of a slave can be born.