Proud to Be Misunderstood

I was truthful… Yet the world called me a liar. I was kind… Yet they declared me wrong. What I believed to be right The world rejected. What pleased the world Clashed with my principles. I could not flatter, Nor lean upon the comfort of lies. In the marketplace of compromises I stood alone Defeated, perhaps… but never broken. They said to me: "This is the world, this is how it survives. Learn to bow, learn to sway, Or be left behind." But I asked my heart: Did God create this world for this? A world where the weak are crushed? Where the innocent are exploited? Where the nation’s good is sacrificed For selfish gain? Yes… I have made mistakes, But they were born of innocence. Now I have vowed to myself: My steps will never again walk a path Where truth is buried And greed prevails. If standing by the truth is a crime Then yes… I am guilty. If holding to righteousness is “wrong” Then I am proud to be wrong. I never learned the games of the world, Nor do I wish to learn them. My heartlonely as it may be Sleeps in the comfort of peace. And that… Is the one victory The world can never take from me.