What happens to a man if he never takes a stand,
If he lets what he loves go so that his world will better flow?
To ease the stream of his life and run from any strife,
He’ll move with the grain, and hide from lurking pain.
But in his leisurely wallow, he will have to swallow
The bitter pills that come his way each and everyday
And parts of him will go with them and he will begin to die within.
For every battle he didn’t take he was conquered and he was raped.
