Break the Leash
I'm my own person,
I'll fly with my colors or my style,
You can't hold me down,
With your collar and sting of insults
and words to shame me.
We rise above oppression,
We don't let you bruise us
or let you hold us from our opportunities
Our world will now show you who runs it
The everyday person,
The Unique,
The Freak,
The Shadow,
The Geek,
We all can stand against you
You and your ignorance of our ways
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