The Path

I don't like that the path
Was chosen for me
I want to make my own path
A more beautiful one
One that makes me happy
Instead of pleasing them
I want to make a path
Out of here
I want to make a path
That will take me to Heaven
Instead of back to Hell
I want the soft, white wings
Of an angel
When I die
So that I can say,
I did something right
In my life