I have fled from the path,
That i long knew was right.
I have chosen to lower
And not to arise.
And sadly each day-
I lower yet more,
For i'm too insecure
To depart from the flow.
So i blend with the crowd
Of mannerless fools,
And drown in a vastness
Of arrogant mules.
And each day
And each night-
I beg for the strenght,
To embrace what is right
And not be afraid.
I want to be bold-
I want to be strong,
I want them to learn-
All that glitter's not gold.
