The world, being huge,
Will be too small,
For if you don't own,
A brave Lion's heart.
You can never run,
From what is chained to you,
What was born with you,
What was born for you,
If you don't free yourself,
It shall die with you.
If you want to live,
Live like a man,
And if death is what you fear,
Then scurry like a coward,
For this world doesn't reside,
Those who choose to run away.
Face the storms,
With all your might,
For sunshine will be valued,
Only after a rough night.
The rock shall rule the waves,
Which sculpted it,
The fallen bird,
Will always be an outcast,
And the Lion's roar,
Reigns over the forest which hears it.
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