Living My Way

Yeah, I’m walkin’ my own line,

They talk, but I’m fine,

Living by my own design.

Thirty years under my belt, still I’m rebel in the night,

They say work’s the only game, gotta grind till daylight,

But I see a different view, my soul’s not for sale,

Got my own rhythm, I refuse to fail,

They push, they pull, try to make me conform,

But I know my worth, I’m steady in the storm.

I won’t bow, I won’t break,

Living life on my own stakes,

Work is just a part, not the whole game,

Gotta keep my spirit, gotta keep my flame.

Sayings echo loud, expectations in the air,

But I walk a path that’s mine, unburdened by despair,

They want me to match their pace, to hit their mark,

But I dance to my own drum, ignite my own spark.

So here’s to living free, making my own way,

No matter what they say, I’ll be okay,

Work’s just a chapter, not my entire story,

I choose my life, I claim my glory.