I Stand

Everybody keeps asking the same question.

They look at you with great expectations.

Why can't I be free to chose my own fate?

I don't want to be filled with hate.

The world is filled with many options,

So why does it feel like corruption.

Too many brick on my shoulders,

But I will triumph as a soldier.

My path is mine to make.

The world better be prepared to quake,

Because once I stand,

I won't be backing down from this land.