The Lion

When my mother still was young Her father died from too much wine His parents both were hunted in the jungle She moved into the city In her twenties met my father He courted her, they fell in love and married On a Tuesday April morning, His brilliant brain stopped working My brothers, mom and i all sat round crying When it occurred to me that i'd do well to lead our little pride And so i tried to find my roar and be a lion I always show my teeth when i am smiling I only say i love you when i'm sure Inside my gentle paws i've got some devastating claws And i'm learning what it means to really roar To protect them from the storm Keep them safe and keep them warm Music was the fire that i shared It taught me, when in fear, to be open and sincere Because sometimes being brave is being scared At the risk of getting burned, i tried to guide the pride to learn To find their own ideas of fire and fan the flame With other stuff to do and see they left the music all to me The things that made us lions were not the same I always show my teeth when i am smiling I only say i love you when i'm sure Inside my gentle paws i've got some devastating claws And i'm learning what it means to really roar When all the cubs grew up and we were spread around the earth I found one day that i'd grown very sick My bones were filled with holes, my belly hung in rolls And i was bald where once my mane was thick. I slept and was ashamed. i was quiet. i was tamed Then they came and stayed and helped me heal inside Though i had to learn once more to be a lion without a roar It's not the roar that makes the lion, it's the pride. I always show my teeth when i am smiling I only say i love you when i'm sure Inside my gentle paws i've got some devastating claws And i'm learning what it means to really roar. I always show my teeth when i am smiling I only say i love you when i'm sure Inside my gentle paws i've got some devastating claws And i'm learning what it means to really roar