The lion
I am
to face
whatever
that comes my way
Like the lion
thats not afraid
and the bird
who always wants to fly
I stand
with the face
of many thats formed
and emotions are
dried tears
Looking in the mirror
of bad habits
only makes me
the rebel
from the scorpion stings
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