What is your call to arms?
Are you the warrior waiting at the gate-
Ready and willing to fight the battle
You'll continue through Valhalla?

Or perhaps you are the kitten-
Looking up in wonder; curious-
So you claw your way up denim towers
And roar upon shoulders for milk?

Whatever your case, maybe lost in the crowd-
One without a face,
You feel all your work is gone in one bad day
Without a trace-

So you lie there in bed with the voices in your head
Screaming over and over again that you're wrong-
That you're just like the others who will never be strong-
Crooning your swan song, begging you to sing along...

You cry.
You fight.
You scream right back and tell them you are right-
You are unique and not with the throng-
Rise on up; the day is yours and long.