If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
I'd soar over you, and gaze from the sky.
If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
talking to you, is something I'd never try.
I'l fly, fly high above your head,
For to land would mean I'm dead.
Under my wings, I'd keep you safe,
and in eternal silence we'd roam the plains.
If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
You would rule Pride Rock, and be Africa's talk.
Yet, I would still fly, and fly,
with a spark in my eye.
If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
you might be trapped, but I'll always be free.
Free to go with the slightest breeze,
yet my soul would always return,
as the sun does sometimes burn.
If I was a bird, alone I'd sing my song,
to fill your heart, and empty my own.
If I was a bird, I'd guide you through it all,
through the flames of the desert,
or the cool of the jungle,
and pick you up when you happen to fall.
But, I'm not a bird and your not a lion,
and so my song goes unheard.
Holding my covers, I embrace the cold,
and wait for my wings to unfold.