Do not force me to believe,
to get down on my knees,
it will only cause me to leave,
respect my views please,
and maybe then I will appease.
For I am the lone wolf,
living without his pack,
tossed away like a sheep which is black,
because they believed I fell of track.
Distant and alone I have grown,
living this life which they have sewn,
so do not expect me to live this life,
after what I have seen,
after all of the strife.
Just hold my hand and lead me away,
do not pull, do not play.
Just give me direction and I will follow,
choosing my way,
hoping to fill what's hollow.
And if I cannot believe what you teach,
I will move on with my life,
and let you still preach.
But if you continue you to spout,
about how I am a failure,
like a crop in a drought.
Then I will be forced to fight back alone,
breaking you down, turning over every stone.
So I beg of thee just trust me,
to make my decision based on what I agree,
and if I find love within your words,
then I will go high,
taking flight with these birds.