Principles?

At times I have felt as a cowardly sort, Who is unwilling to stand on any a torte, And just simply goes with whatever the flow, When the reapers reap, and when the sowers sow, I go, But in truth I must tell you, I must honestly say, That evertime I chose to pay, The price of principles I choose, Most often afterwards I loose, The surety that I was right, On and in the positions I chose to fight, So call me a coward if that is your wish, I think that I'll just stick to this, Before I stand and before I dismiss, I shall try and open my fist, And love with abandon no matter the trist.