Many a victory triumphantly led the way
Of the look here in my eyes
In the golden light see a lion pray
To return to his pride
Or die
My future may bend towards restlessness
But I am washed in springs
Of wrangling without hopelessness
Try and prove me wrong
As I sing
I walk on shores where diamonds grow
Dance with no reluctant feet
Understanding all I reap and sow
Look into each eye
I meet
Come on out of what you think you know
Join the lion and walk with me
Yet be you understanding what you sow
Or you will be weeping
Endlessly
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 10:13 PM UTC
Many a victory triumphantly led the way
Of the look here in my eyes
In the golden light see a lion pray
To return to his pride
Or die
My future may bend towards restlessness
But I am washed in springs
Of wrangling without hopelessness
Try and prove me wrong
As I sing
I walk on shores where diamonds grow
Dance with no reluctant feet
Understanding all I reap and sow
Look into each eye
I meet
Come on out of what you think you know
Join the lion and walk with me
Yet be you understanding what you sow
Or you will be weeping
Endlessly
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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