In every place
And on every day
There is someone, who would say
“You need to do this in this way”
To those people I’d like to say
Who are you to show me the way?
And why does need to be your way,
Not my way?
There was a time long ago
When people weren’t told where to go
By those who only claim to know
And assert their need to do so
My business is mine and mine alone
Because when the light fades and the day is gone,
Neither you nor I can claim what’s wrong
We both simply need to stand firm and strong
Because at this time
A judge will say
Which is the only way
An Artist at Heart 