Rebellion Story

A day will come when the fire dies

With light shimmering less at night

The reflection you have known may not be what you want

Still you carry on the best you can

Muster up a little pride and then

Shut your mouth and keep your feet moving for a change

Would you die for a blaze of glory

In a young rebellion story?

It's easy to get bitter growing old

A little jaded, angry and cold

Losing touch with the ones you love whether you know it or not

But when you wake and find yourself alone

With a broken mast and a shattered hull

You'll recall who was steering the ship when it all went down

Would you die for a blaze of glory

In a young rebellion story?

Would you trade it all to begin again?

There's always something that you can't remiss

There's always something that you can't dismiss

You better hold tight, the storm will try to break you

There's always something that you can't ignore

The reality will settle scores

You better hold tight if you are looking for war

Would you die for a blaze of glory

In a young rebellion story?

Would you die for a blaze of glory

In a young rebellion story?