Desert Course

[Intro]

Finding the trade route, I set my own course,

No borrowed compass, no borrowed source.

[Verse 1]

Across the desert, I keep my own pace,

No outside hand, no borrowed place.

I stand alone, but I don’t lose my voice,

No crowd to carry me, I still make my choice.

I read the stars like a map in my hands,

No borrowed law, no borrowed lands.

[Chorus]

If they call it wrong, I call it mine,