And I’m only nine years old.
I’m going to ride my bicycle
No matter what you say.
Hit me, divorce me, forget me
But I will not get off this race.
Bring 12 horses, they won’t stop me.
You may yell, shout or cry,
I will not follow the herd.
I will conquer every step
And count to seven, just turn away.
Repent, say your prayers, then kneel.
The leaves fell and snow covered it all
But I did not fear, it was summer in my heart.
Now, I shall hide behind the bushes
By the shore where the waves will break me.
The ocean will be my sanctuary,
For a martyr I have become. Against my will.
