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?