A Gun To My Head
I'll never be a robotProgrammed without a choice
I'll make my decisions based
On my thoughts and my voice
You'll never be my master
For I am not your slave
The free will that I possess
I'll keep until the grave
From the womb until the tomb
You need to understand
I have certain freedoms that
I'm not shy to demand
As long as there's breath in me
I have nothing to dread
It's not like there is someone
With a gun to my head
It is not like I've been forced
Against my will to do
Something that is immoral
Or unethical too
They could threaten to kill me
Have I made myself clear?
Clearly, you should understand
That I refuse to fear
Even if they use a gun
God still is in control
They can kill my body but
They cannot kill my soul
Whether it's a metaphor
Or whether it is real
A gun to my head cannot
Kill all the zeal I feel
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