Lions
I used to be the silent type
The wallflower on the sidelines
I used to be the timid kitten
And the boring, average tabby
The type that lies around
Dreaming the day away
I used to run away from fear
Afraid to face uncertainties
Always chasing after inconsistent hopes
I used to be a kitten
But now I speak unashamed
And stand confident in the meadow
Now I am the lion
And uniquely patterned tiger
Fiercely chasing and catching dreams
Never wasting a moment of time
Now I bravely step into the dark
Fierce and ready to fight
Putting my trust in the pack
Now I am a lion
I used to be a kitten
But now I am a lion
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