A rugged old man sat gazing at the sky,
recalling the length of his years passed by.
Of the many lessons he learned from mistake,
and the poor decisions that brought heartache.
So many consequences from rebellions defiance,
from unwillingness to join submissions alliance.
Resulting in lost hopes and dreams,
watching gain fall apart at the seams.
Submit to authority is what he was taught,
But the harder they pushed, the harder he fought.
As he shook his head. . . if only I could have known,
that what you reap surely is sown.
Sin surely has a high price to pay,
of regret and remorse when your old and gray.
To turn back time is a hopeless dream,
wishing of ways to renew. . . to begin. . . to redeem.
If they could only understand the cost,
the rebellion only leads to the land of the lost.
From foolishness I've destroyed my life,
and the pain of regret cuts like a knife.
I wish they would listen, I wish they would learn,
of the cost to live a life of defiant pattern.
Leave the old, change to the new,
seek things of virtue and precious value.
As the glare of razorwire hit his eye, he shrugged, they'll never listen,
they'll just end up like me. . . an old rebel behind the walls of prison.