Wasn't Born To Follow

Oh, I'd rather go and journey

Where the diamond crescent's glowing

And run across the valley

Beneath the sacred mountain

And wander through the forest

Where the trees have leaves of prisms

And break the light in colors

That no one knows the names of

And when it's time, I'll go and wait

Beside a legendary fountain

Till I see your form reflected

In its clear and jeweled waters

And if you think I'm ready

You may lead me to the chasm

Where the rivers of our vision

Flow into one another

I will want to dive beneath

The white cascading waters

She may beg, she may plead

She may argue with her logic

And mention all the things I'll lose

That really have no value

In the end, she will surely know

I wasn't born to follow