An Amalgamation of Words

voice of a lion

I am not afraid,
Nor am I ashamed,
Of how I've lived to this day
And all the things I've come to say.

I'll make my voice that of a lion,
I'm through with have to hide in
The body of a once meek young child,
My words no longer require to remain mild.

I will scream and shout at the top of my lungs,
All to defend what I become to love;
If that means I fight against the flow,
At least that means I know I stand lone,

But I am one of many you see,
I know there cannot be only me
Who will stand against what is wrong,
No matter their strength I will continue my song,

I may walk this line way from the crowd,
But I will persist my feet continue this ground;
I will not conform in this march to no where,
Even if I am the only one there.