Head Held High 

I was born into a crime 
But I will pay the time of life 
With my head held high 

A crime of passion 
I did not get off scott-free 
Without you looking down on me 
With judgemental eyes 
Narrowed in hate 
And your minds just the same 
While your laws and your gods 
Well they seem to have me at odds 
Cause I don’t fit into your rules of life and love 
From your book written from above 
Printed out in black and white 
And wrong and right 
For all the world to see 
And if you say 
There’s no such thing as gray 
Why do you try to pray it way 
I am a thousand shades of gray 
I am a thousand shades of gray 

And I will live with my head held high 
I will live with my head held high 
I will live with my head held high 

I will march to the beat of my own drum 
And I’m gonna do it loudly 
I will fly my flag way up high 
And I’m gonna do it proudly 
I don’t wanna see another casualty 
Found dead, lying in the closet 
Don’t laugh, don’t yell it wont work 
Clinton you can’t stop it 
Obama better drop it 

Cause I demand equality 
I demand representation 
I demand justice 
I demand emancipation 

Since I was born into this so called crime 
I will pay the time of life with my head held high 

There’s many of me and many 
Many many many more to come 
There’s many of me and many 
Many many many more to come 
There’s many of me and many 
Many who have gone before 
So I wanna thank you 
Thank you. Thank you. 
For opening up this door. 

So that I will live with my head held high 
I will live with my head held high 
I will live with my head held high

Head Held High

Songwriter. Campfire musician. Started writing songs as a kid and am finally releasing some home recordings.  Here are some tunes that have survived in my head for whatever reason.

Head Held High

Sam Pulse