A Passion Worth Fighting For Lyrics

Chanting mantras of an unseen power

Week by week the same refrain

All we do is sit alone and watch our

Lives go circling 'round the drain

Put on your dress, your Sunday best

Now fold your hands

You feel you're blessed like all the rest

By their commands

There comes a time when you realize

That never losing isn't living anymore

Upward we climb

To remind that choosing our own passion is worth fighting for

Sitting comfortably in our own prisons

Afraid of what we have to lose

Pushed to procreate and make more people

That also have no right to choose

Put on your dress, your Sunday best

Now fold your hands

You feel you're blessed like all the rest

By their commands

There comes a time when you realize

That never losing isn't living anymore

Upward we climb

To remind that choosing our own passion is worth fighting for