Rushing down the road,
Before the coming of the plague of trial.
My instincts told me to go wild,
Careful not to get ran over like a toad,
Or painted on some cars chrome,
I just want a place to call home.

People do not see me,
Nor do they let me be.
Though I never hide,
The fear they have gives me anger inside,
Just as if I am a snake, on my belly, at their sake,
Teasing me until my heart breaks.

Just like a bird I want to be free, to fly away from what bothers me. All this pain and misery,
Is this what god gave to me?
I am at the bottom,
I should have got at least a little cotton.

Were we ever even?
I always tryed leaving,
Torture that I cannot bare,
My faith went way out there,
Justice will be done.
Kneeling the chair of the holly one.

I can use the fire they burnt me with,
Forcing them to be all standing real stiff.
Just when they think I have gone their way,
The love within will blow them away
They are truly dammed,
While I get to walk in promised land.

When they become truley sorry,
Getting away with abuse,
No.

No more worrie,
Justice will be found,
When death comes around.