Through The Oppression Of The Wicked

Here I am, a pretty weed in a garden of roses
And they try to tell me which way to grow
And try to make me tame
Where I shoul I hide, what I can't show
But my wild heart won't be
My heart won't be contained

And I'd like to see you predict the sun and feel the heat
Show me when it rains, where to find shelter underneath

(Oh no)

Who are you to tell me who I am?
Who I am?
A pretty weed that no one needs
But I'm right where I should be
You say the sky is the limit, but I'd have to interject
Because I can't see the sky above me though this ceiling that you've built
But I won't let you win this game
My heart won't be contained

(Yeah)

And I'd like to see you predict the sun and feel the heat
Show me when it rains, where to find shelter underneath

(Oh no)

Who are you to tell me who I am?
Who I am?
A pretty weed that no one needs
But I'm right where I should

Grow

I will not meet defeat in the struggle to believe
In nothing less than my wildest of dreams
And I will not be laid to rest
In this desolate flower bed
And the hopeless won't be helpless here
We're fighting to be free of fear

(Oh whoa)

We're fighting to be free

(Oh whoa)

Free (yeah, yeah)

I'd like to see you predict the sun and feel the heat
Show me when it rains, where to find shelter underneath

(Oh no)

Who are you to tell me who I am?
Who I am?
A pretty weed that no one needs
But I'm right where I should be!

(Yeah)