The Rebel Yelled

The winds of change are at hand, No longer will I be idle on this land. I may just be a speck on a pebble. But this is what happens when you're a rebel. You let go of everything you know, Not being tied down by everyone else's show. I have seen what most have to give, And that simply isn't the way I want to live. Being repressed for all of my life, I have been bombarded by strife. Having the scars to back up this claim, There is only one who I have to blame. The man who hides behind despair, Whose dreams passed by without a care. Seeing blood for most of my days, I have been too ashamed of lights rays. It blinds my eyes and highlights the mutilation, How can I enjoy myself while feeling such confrontation? Half a lifetime ago I escaped to a shore near hell, Everyday I tore myself down, further I fell. And so the rebel within me rebelled, He shout, he hollered, and he yelled. I can no longer afford to hide, So from now on I will be on my side. With a kind hand I will take off the dust Hoping for love I will settle for lust. A new road has arisen, And so I leave the confines of this prison.