Through pain or struggle, even in the eyes of your own mother
the rythm will never be tougher, to find
to find a rythym that will inspire your mind
show you to take your time and walk that stright and narrow line
that line that stands so blaitant in your eyes
that line sometimes we all choose not to recognize
to recognize the signs of these bumps and grinds in this old aboad
i say once more grab hold of whats at hand
and take a stand to defend yourself against the man
to show him we are not afraid of his repromand
that we do not need to watch what is In Demand
that we are not fooled by his slights of hand
But be weary to the tempo in which we can not control
Cause with each passing day we grow old
our skins crinkle and fold
but i will not be fearful to break the mold
to be the only patriot standing in the cold
i will not be bought nor will i be sold
sold to boundries, sold to routine
i will not be forced to live this so called "American Dream"
The dream seen on the television screen
the one that tells me to be a lean, mean, fighting machine
To be proud to be a marine, but i refuse to be seen
as a man with a dream that was forced upon me
i wish just to keep my conscience clean
and fiend for my true dream, but until then my future is unseen
to even those who are my friends
So patiently i wait for my means to an end...
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