You are so strong. You are so brave.
Yet you put on masks instead of your face.
You lie beneath them. You dissapear.
Thinking that you’re in the clear.
Seafoam lion, I see your soul.
You try to hide it-- it’s what you were told.
Your walk is not yet comfortable--
Your strides a little frail.
That roar is still hiding
Beneath your fear to fail.
My little cub, let me protect you.
I’m not much, but I’ll give you my all.
My king of the jungle, I feel your struggle,
And I will catch you if you fall.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
You are so strong. You are so brave.
Yet you put on masks instead of your face.
You lie beneath them. You dissapear.
Thinking that you’re in the clear.
Seafoam lion, I see your soul.
You try to hide it-- it’s what you were told.
Your walk is not yet comfortable--
Your strides a little frail.
That roar is still hiding
Beneath your fear to fail.
My little cub, let me protect you.
I’m not much, but I’ll give you my all.
My king of the jungle, I feel your struggle,
And I will catch you if you fall.
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