Standing Up For What's Right

Sitting, anxiously awaiting.
People line up, aggravating.
“your really going to do this?”
My heart beats amiss.
More people show.
Her witness line grows.
I feel outnumbered.
My testimony has to be admired.
Time goes by so slow.
Her witness line continues to grow.
They call my name.
It’s my time.
Analyzing their words.
Sharp as guitar chords.
Brought up to get torn down.
I’m here to turn their world around.
Nothing will stop me.
I’m staying stronger than what they expect me to be.
I’ll be damned if they live my life.
Trying to cut it away with a knife.
This is for them.
I’m protecting their dream.
Their life.
And their peace.
They don’t need this.