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Get Up!
Prison guards, prison wardens.
Who may they be?
The ones who hold you captive, indefinitely?
Shame, condemnation, pride and fear, to name a few,
they paralyze feet and shut lips with glue.
To break out of the bars of iron that hold
open up your mouth with praises bold
It may seem like nothing has changed
But you'll soon hear sounds of falling chains.
As they loose their hold off your hands and feet
the inmates, people of familiar kind, you meet
in the streets
Will feel the shaking,
will experience the quaking
as freedom knows no bounds
It's contagious.
The Prison Guards’ fall to the ground
The Wardens voice has lost its resound
Get up from that place! You are free!
The bands are broken. You have the victory
The habitual bondage of mind-set must be broken
So you won’t walk around a victimized token
Get up from that place. You are loosed
from the guilt, the shame and the misery.
The accuser of the brethren has lost his trevally
You are no longer his captive. Exit into liberty.
