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.
Copyright © David Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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