When it Comes
I will not tiptoe,
I will not whisper,
I will not hide away,
When the world falls off kilter.
I will not kneel,
When I need to take a stand,
I will not be silenced,
Unless by death's hand.
And when the world turns upside down,
So what is right is now wrong,
I know that my morals,
Will keep me standing strong.
I'll be on the front lines,
Rifle in my hands,
Not hoping to live,
But knowing that I have a chance.
What will you do,
When the time comes to take up arms?
Will you hide in the corner,
And shelter from the light,
Or maybe pick up a gun,
And join a side in the fight?
Will you choose to be strong,
And stand for what you believe,
Or will you cower in the face of fear,
And seek only for reprieve?
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