Which captive to set free, in which cause will I believe. As I hold my babe upon my breast, breathing in her innocence, I cannot help to look ahead partaking in a mother's dread. Will she know freedom, will she know joy, will her heart's desire be employed. If it's true that love displaces fear, then to the darkest corners I will shed my tears. My heart will bleed for love unknown, for trust won and hatred gone. To settle the chasm between who is better, righting the wrong of the spiritless letter.