I don't yield
I touch the snow and it doesn't freeze me, i touch the fire and it burns but it doesn't kill me. I touch the acid and it hurts, but it doesn't yield me away. I left your path and chose another, I made my own way, any way with another, I yield to my own way, not the descions of another, I am my own way home.
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