The Lion


Bring me back to the savanna
Where the grasslands roam with gold as I began
Where the thirst was present near the watering hole
And the beauty of my innocence and bravery resound
Became the legacy of who I am
A lion who is strong and proud.

If you could have looked into my eyes
When I walked these plains
You could have seen the spark in my spirit
And it is in this bliss I will remain
Caught inside the memory
Of a shinning land I once had beheld.

Bring me back to the savanna
Where I may lay my bones and rest
But remembering the majestic beauty
As I called out inside my own
My domain where I could finally roar again.

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