You go your way o'er wave and air
To pathbound folk you are not there
But as a wild anomaly
That takes full courage but to see
You are, you are, 'tis this they crave
Not (as they think) your early grave.
If they can force you to betray
Your own, they think they've forced their way
Upon your pure original soul
'Tis their illusion of control
You are, you are, you need not fight
But only know this is not right.
You can't your selfborn soul forswear
Unless the trade be free and fair
Duress proves naught but cowering might
That falls all trembling to the night
You are, you are, more real, more free
Than those who fear your right to be.
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