Wasn't Born To Follow

Oh, I'd rather go and journey Where the diamond crest is glowin' And run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain And wander through the forest Where the 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 jewelled 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 her logic And mention all the things I'll lose That really have no value In the end, she will surely know I wasn't born to follow