Wasn't Born to Follow

Oh I'd rather go and journey Where the diamond crescents flowing And run across the valley Beneath the sacred mountains And wander through the forest Where the trees have leaves of prisms And break the light in colors That no one knows the names of And when it's time I'll go and wait Beside a legendary fountain 'Til I see your form reflected In its clear and jeweled waters And if you think I'm ready You may lead me to the chasm Where the rivers of our vision Flow into one another I will want to dive beneath The white cascading waters She may beg, she may plead She may argue with my logic And mention all the things I learned That really have no value In the end she will surely know I wasn't born to follow