COPH NIA The Oath
Thunder comes crashing Through my mind; And once again My rage is thrashing blind. As the noose is tightened, Something stuck in my throat: I can hear myself incanting: I can hear the oath No more backing down, No more running; No more giving ground, No more running; Too many times, Too many places, Too many bigots, And angry faces. We re hiding away To our own shame; You know the story, It s all the same. Mainstream culture, Mainstream lives, Mainstream husbands With their mainstream wives. I will not change you, Or set you free; Just let me pass, And leave me be I hold no grudges, But I am drawing a line; You can either accept it, Or kiss my behind. For blubbering fools I have no more time; I have roads to walk, I have mountains to climb So stand aside, brother; Let me walk on. The oath is taken, The deed is done I will walk on Not matter the plight; I will walk on With one star in sight. No more backing down, No more running; No more giving ground, No more running.
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