Some say I’m a rebel
But I see a pebble
In a river struggling
Against the current, still struggling
Immense rocks push against me
They tell me how to be me
They tell me I’ll never get any larger
That I’m nobody but they’ll get smaller
As the current washes
Against them so my question is
Why do they let this happen to them?
Why do they let the sand wash against them?
Why not be different and say no?
No to harsh treatment for it is my foe
That I fight against but never win
For it’s a sad life in
This hard life I call my own
It’s all I’ve ever known
As a rebel
Or a pebble
Holding its own in the stream of life
Or in the river of modern life
