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It seems to me that I can never be two Every circumstance labeled as absolute Black Or White Yes Or No But this isn't how I live Not only do I possess my strength and courage Not only can I be gentle and sweet Not only do I roar across the tundra Not only do I lay in the meadow quietly I am not one nor am I the other I am both the lion and the lamb This isn't an unfortunate case of division Yes, you could argue that I'm at war But I'd rather live with my own opposition That not know at all what I could live for Not only do I roar across the tundra Not only do I lay in the meadow quietly I am not one nor am I the other I am both the lion and the lamb How can I choose sides in a world without limits How can I deny either of my halves One can only hope that the ends meet perfectly One can only hope to rise after the storm One can only hope to be who she really is When I roar across the tundra When I lay in the meadow quietly I am one and the other I am both the lino and the lamb
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
The Lion and The Lamb
It seems to me that I can never be two Every circumstance labeled as absolute Black Or White Yes Or No But this isn't how I live Not only do I possess my strength and courage Not only can I be gentle and sweet Not only do I roar across the tundra Not only do I lay in the meadow quietly I am not one nor am I the other I am both the lion and the lamb This isn't an unfortunate case of division Yes, you could argue that I'm at war But I'd rather live with my own opposition That not know at all what I could live for Not only do I roar across the tundra Not only do I lay in the meadow quietly I am not one nor am I the other I am both the lion and the lamb How can I choose sides in a world without limits How can I deny either of my halves One can only hope that the ends meet perfectly One can only hope to rise after the storm One can only hope to be who she really is When I roar across the tundra When I lay in the meadow quietly I am one and the other I am both the lino and the lamb
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
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