I wake, I rise, I see, for me;
I think what I will do for me.
I go to work and earn for me;
I cash my check and give to me
The profit I have made for me.
I pay my rent, buy food for me,
Buy clothes and shows, CD’s for me.
I wear, I watch, I hear for me,
And then I go to sleep for me
And dream a happy dream for me.
Yes, all of this I do for me,
And I am right to be for me,
And not against or crossing me,
But morally to live for me,
And none have right to govern me,
To regulate or order me,
Or make me live for less than me,
Or force this me against this me,
And should they try to alter me,
Or halter me, or manage me,
Immoral would they be to me,
Against the right-to-life of me,
Against the sovereign mind of me,
Against the sacred self of me,
And they will get the scorn of me,
The whole and righteous hate of me,
And will be fully judged by me,
Then damned unto their death by me,
And I will feel the pride of me,
And know the moral height of me,
And to the end will I be free
To be the very best of me.
My time on earth is only one,
And I assert, “My will be done.”