Whitebrow - "Ballad for a Rebel"

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The rebel rose to make his stand,
no more running from his fears across the land.
Those people couldn't understand,
why the rebel wouldn't follow their set plan.

And so the rebel picked the lonesome place,
where soon enough his killers he would face.
Then they gathered one by one,
with their billy clubs, their pitchforks and their guns.

Don't cry for the rebel,
He knew quite well his fate,
Instead of following he'd rather turn
and leave without a trace,
far from this place.

They looked and jeered those people of the town,
and sure enough those people cut him down.
After all was said and done,
Those people walked into the setting sun.

Don't cry for the rebel,
He knew quite well his fate,
Instead of following he'd rather turn
and leave without a trace,
far from this place.

This is where the rebel he does lay,
'Neath marigolds he counts the passing days,
No regrets, remorse, no doubting done,
For except himself the rebel pleased no one.

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[magickchick1]

He so deserves something more the YouTube-he's SO good!

[MrPostMordom]

Such a wicked song, getting better and better! I love how real this is outside with the sun and the birds. Keep 'em coming!!

[tonester29]

nicely done, congrats.