The raven sees the Lion
The lion doesn’t know
The lion slowly roams
Which place does he go?
The raven knows his destiny
The raven knows the way
But the lion doesn’t see her
Maybe he will some day?
God had put him on this path
But he is in denial
Stricken by his heart of morals
Scared he’ll be put on trial
So cautiously he takes his steps, deeper into the sands
Hoping that somehow things will become clear to him
A miracle in his hands
The raven tries her best to tell, to shout – I know the way
But her voice is drowned out by his fears
As he tearfully prays
So many signs she have given him
To show him the path is near
But slowly he wanders off too far
So that he doesn’t hear
Too many times the raven caws
Too many times unheard
Too many times the lion has walked too far from the bird
God has told her have patience dear
Let him find the way
Soon things to him will be all too clear
Right now the fogs too grey
But the raven sits in worry
That maybe he’ll roam too far
That maybe he will become lost
Just like the fallen star
But God said that he will be fine
All he needs is a rhyme
A rhyme to find the way
So the little raven sits on her perch and sings the rhyme today
Will he hear her, I don’t know
But we sit and watch and wait
Because nobody is like the lion
The lion is strong and great
The lion has a purpose
And it is not safe to tell
But all you need to know is
The lion frees us from Hell!
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