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.