The way

Show the way in the stars,
  following the road to freedom.
Scared and frightened,
  that you will be caught, but go.
Cause freedom is precious,
  a precious gift given, in the night.
Where all who escape wander,
  in the dark, hoping for that first taste.
A living water, we were to
  remember and never enslave anyone.
Yet we forgot, so in night
  we weave the voices of memory.
Singing the songs of love,
  which set us free, to set others free.