I Will
Tell me what it is you want me to be
I will live your lie, though I really do see
I will pray to your invisible man
I will use your money that states your religious stand.
What gives you the right to force feed me your morals?
It is just not possible for us all to live between your four walls
Your walls seem neat and perfect, tied with a bow
Too bad it makes no sense, that story your know.
I will live my life the way I choose it to be
I will not conform to something you believe you see
I really don't know how you think I should feel
Should I clasp my hands together and kneel?
Life and science go hand in hand
But a made up story floats across the land
I will be me and I will let you be you
I really don't care, do what you want to.
© by Nicole Piazza
