Not to play a game of love
Not to weave a dream about
Me and she in the night
I am not here to give my
Heart and with song and dance
Feel the warmth of morning light
Not to chase a difficult goal
Not to feel low when time does
Not flow in my favour
I am not here to live a life of
Stress and I am not an atheist
Not I am a firm believer
Not to bend before any pressure
Not to keep my mind slave to
A set of rules of bondage
I am not here to waste by birth
Not here to play with your will
I am proud of my lineage
Not to pick up a stone to be safe
Not to be among unworthy crowd
And shout out filthy abuse
I live with a head of my own
You may go to hell with your view
That when I disagree my moral is loose
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