Triumph

The shackles are gone, the chains are undone.
Lift up your voices, triumph has come.
Triumph is power, power is freedom.
There is no need to worry, no need to run.
Let’s go back in time, back to childhood
From where our memories come.
Memories of family and played out visions of home.
Where people aren’t old, just wise in their years,
Because they’ve bled enough blood, they’ve shed enough tears.
My shoulders are straight, my strength knows no bounds.
No burden or fear can weigh these shoulders down.
So throw down your bundles, and hold your heads high.
For your voice has been heard, and you glory is nigh.