A Proud Man

He’s the one guy who stands, by his own word, He stands by things that are right, He stands for the hope he holds close to his heart, Regardless if he’s disliked, Standing proudly alone, away from the crowd, Conducting the thoughts in his mind, Conducting the symphony of valued ideals, Leaving the masses behind, Where his mind is his own, owning each thought, Raising the baton to air, And lowering his sights of his moral compass, Down to a militant stare, He’s the guy who knows right in a crowd of a lie, Who’s proud in a world of unjust, He’s the much stronger man, not bound by a like, The man made of leather bound rust.