A rebel's cause

I am a rebel, I was born a rebel's son,
I'll be fighting down into this ground or until my cause is won.
I've been living on this daydream just to help the sick and poor
and I've never known about anything outside this bloody war.

And I say, oh, a rebel's cause.
And I say, oh, is never lost.

Now, a rebel's life is struggle and to do all that he can
just to force a change throughout the hearts of greed that drive some men.
And you know, that's not so easy, cause they often never bend,
and for the price of gold, they can buy a man who with his life, he will defend.

And I say, oh, a rebel's cause.
And I say, oh, is never lost.

It was down there in the valley where the troops came through one day,
and when the day was done, the sun set upon forty-five more village graves.
And they were killing little babies, they said were rebel's just like me,
but they couldn't kill the people's hope to live here someday free.

And I say, oh, a rebel's cause.
And I say, oh, is never lost.

In the wake from all your madness will you find there's nothing there?
Will you drain the blood from those who've died or from those who've never cared.
And you can hold some people freely and put the shackles on their hands,
but chains won't hold the rebel down when he takes his finally stand.

And I say, oh, a rebel's cause.
And I say, oh, is never lost.


© 1982 Steven Clotzman - all rights reserved