My Roar

January 5, 2025

No one knows the lion that roars in me.

No one knows my heart is a brave soldier.

I carry through the day toward the night.

No one knows the place I softy cry.

But I do. I do.

I will wake today and show my people.

I will wake today and reward the community.

I will try until I help the people.

Lion, roar roar roar.

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