combat boots

 
spinning on the axel of fate
unraveling the pieces of me hidden
systematically taught to be afraid
where a cage is safety
I'm at the gate of freedom
timidly I stand in the sun
shielding my eyes the world too bright

soldier of greed holds tight
I pull to be free
am I ready to stand on my own feet?
I forgot who I am really
in the shadow of a domineering figure
I left who I was behind to fit his opinion

I'm the bad guy I admit it
held to a standard he himself doesn't fit
everyone fooled because I allowed it
I want to run...when I need to stand
confrontational I've never been

too broken to war
I speak up for myself then back down
evolving taking small steps towards the light
lacing my combat boots ready for a fight

I won't be taken alive
this is my life
I will be self-sufficient
into the future, I walk
shaken but not broken