I was born with a rebel soul
One my parents finally gave up control
My lonely vision was different from theirs
It follows its own path, so just be aware

The harder I find rugged mountains to climb
The deeper I dig in, adding fuel to my mind
If I hear it’s black, and then see it’s all white
I don’t ever hesitate to defend what’s right

I may not have much of a leg to stand on
When the majority rules our journey we take
But I’ll even resort to crawling if I have too
Just to make sure that I’m in with the fray

There are those with a warped sense of authority
That often try to break me down to the ground
And at times I allow them to put me on my knees
So my eyes have to look up where they need to be

Maybe what I believe in is only important to me

It’s my take on experience, from what I’ve seen
But I’ve never fought dirty, sneaky, or mean
Not like our globally operated machine
That’s every politician’s nightmare or dream

Though my life can be stifled by the status quo
It will never be able to tame my free spirit
Because God created in me a rebel soul
And as I look to Him, I then give up control

July 14, 2013