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The Lion


Isn't it sad

That we don't give a damn

But only on the outside

Watch us closely

We don't slow

Our souls are too heavy now

 

Aren't we glad

That he took the place of the lamb

But we are crossed

Watch us closely

We won't grow

Our minds can no longer bow

 

The dull weapons are full

Our corruption is a bind

When did this happen?

I am afraid to admit

 That I can convince myself

The lion has ceased to roar

 

Change me my brother

Mark me with

Your colorful lyrics

But do not force me to understand

The gentle gift that is in your hand

I will not carry the weight

Unless I see the blessing in your eyes

 

When a child cries

We all break down with her

But only deep inside

Watch us closely

We ignore her

We try not to understand

 

Where we enjoy lies

We laugh as if we're together

But we are still lost

Watch us closely

We crush the other

We refuse to hold his hand

 

The dull weapons are full

Our perception is blind

Why did this happen?

I am afraid to admit

That I can convince myself

The lion holds the key to war

 

Change me my sister

Awaken me with

Your beautiful lyrics

But do not force me to understand

The gentle gift that is in your hand

I will not carry the weight

Because I am not worthy of your eyes

 

You have always caught me

But what have I done for you?

What could I possibly alter for you--

I've destroyed so much

Protect me with your strength

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

 

I miss my brother

And I miss my sister

How could I possibly amend for you--

I've taken so much

Forgive me with your length

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

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