Wild Antelope
When push comes to shove,
See friendship as a pack of wild antelope.
You graze,
Move,
Play,
Mate,
And vow to protect each other.
But when the lion comes,
Charles holds truth.
And when the lion feasts on your friend,
You have nothing left to do but graze
Move,
Play,
Mate,
And vow to protect,
All that were strong enough to outrun
The weakest antelope.
Antelope have no sorrow,
And like people they are only concerned with one thing
Survival.
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