I am the master of my own destiny
I am the leader of my own troop
I am the last person you want to put here
my eye is aimed and I came to shoot

when the mountain would not move
I moved the mountain
when the wind would not breathe
I gave it breath

when the tears that fall as rain
wept upon my face
I sat and wiped what was left

but I can't forget, I can't forget
the pain they have left me to remind the world of
I will not leave them yet
I will not leave them lonely, or forgotten, or deaf
or set to be stolen, or broken, and left to be loaned
and left all alone in a hole
that was dug to the depths of your soul
but I will still love you, if love's what you want

if hate's all you've got
then I'll strip it out
and speak through your mouth
the words you should be saying now
are words that were left a million years ago
by those who did not speak words

and I am not Martin
and I am not Luther
but I am the author
of my own future

and I will not rest
no sleep will I accept
the tyranny taught to our children
is hard to digest
but I ate, and I taste
the hate that flows through your mind
every time that you speak out
you reach out to hurt by design

and I will not take this
not one more time, not one more thought
and I will still bring this
'cuz I will not stop
and I will not drop, 'cuz I will be fought
and I will not leave you to rot
no! the world is my home
and I will not leave it to blow
in the wind and the hatred of those
in the wind and the hatred of those
of those, of those, opposed to truth

if you, you don't understand
I am not some man
who needs to be led
to food just to be fed
'cuz I will contend
with all that I've given
from all that I've taken
as I have been livin'
[lying down]