I'm the one that's gotta die when it's time for me to die. So, let me live my life the way I want to.
Those sentiments remind me of some grocery store music that I recently heard. The song went like this:
I've got a right to be wrong. I've been held down too long.
I've got to break free. So I can finally breathe.
I've got a right to be wrong. Got to sing my own song.
I might be singing out of key. But it sure feels good to me.
Got a right to be wrong. So just leave me alone.
You're entitled to your opinion, but it's really my decision.
I can't turn back I'm on a mission. If you care, don't you dare blur my vision.
Let me be all that I can be. Don't smother me with negativity.
Whatever's out there waiting for me, I'm going to faced it willingly.
I've got a right to be wrong. My mistakes will make me strong.
I'm stepping out into the great unknown. I'm feeling wings though I've never flown.
I've got a mind of my own. Flesh and blood to the bone.
See, I'm not made of stone. I've got a right to be wrong.
So just leave me alone.
To me, that song said a lot to be grocery store music.
While at the self-check out, another song came on-- Let the Music Play, by Shannon. An 80's song. If you're not a child of the 80's then . . . well, just ask yourself-- would you sing along with an 80's song out loud in a public place?
I wanted to. And the self-checkout attendant did at the top of her lungs.
And she shook it, too.
Somehow, that was all quite liberating. I realized I wasn't the only one who wanted to cut loose.
After that moment, I finally realized a very strong desire for the citizens of Jesusland to let us atheists be and treat us like the normal people we are. That same right should be extended to anyone else who expresses individuality within Jesusland.
Give me the same rights that you claim for yourself.
In other words, just leave us alone.
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