Black Sheep Among Snow
There is an open door,
But I'd rather take a window.
No need to feel the floor,
I prefer to fight against the flow.
A black sheep among a flock of snow,
Standing apart from the rest,
Fighting against the status quo,
Hoping to pass the test.
Only time will tell,
As the pressures mount.
Will I give in to what they sell?
Will I loose sight of what really counts?
Or will I stand my ground,
Alone and yet strong,
And to my morals remain bound,
Following the beat of my own song?
There is an open door,
But I'd rather take a window.
No need to feel the floor,
I prefer to fight against the flow.
A black sheep among a flock of snow,
Standing apart from the rest,
Fighting against the status quo,
Hoping to pass the test.
Only time will tell,
As the pressures mount.
Will I give in to what they sell?
Will I loose sight of what really counts?
Or will I stand my ground,
Alone and yet strong,
And to my morals remain bound,
Following the beat of my own song?
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