In the city, I could see
Concrete bark on metal trees
And from the highest tower's nest
All the things that I had left
All the miles I had crossed
Since the start, when I was lost
Every paw print in the dirt
The valley where I learned my worth
Fearing what I had become
I washed the anger from my tongue
Every fang stained bad blood
Guiltless pouncing, all because
That's what a lion does
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In the city, I could see
The massive shade, once cast on me
And from the highest window ledge,
The feral path that I had led
On my journey, I would find
Guidance from the fireflies
And through the dark, I'd teleport
Towards the light I was destined for
From the rooftop, I would know
Through the grapevine of the crows
It was time to rinse my cuts,
Selfish thinking, but that's just
That's what a lion does
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I know I'm meant for more than just the jungle floor
One day, I'll prowl the sky, and I
Will never give up, because
That's what a lion does
About the Creator
JP Harris
I like writing kooky stories



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