I'm Gonna Stand

I was walking out in the country, a couple miles from my home

When I saw a post on the side of the road, sitting out there all alone

A string of rusty barbed wire told the story of its job

It was part of some farmer's fencing, but now the fence is gone

I looked at it for a while, in the golden sunset light

It was rough and old and bent and gnarled, but still standing upright

And I'm not sure just what happened,

But it seemed that that old fencepost was an awful lot like me

I'm gonna stand, as tall as I can

Even if it seems that it don't make sense anymore