That kitten of life
The lioness that stalks me in my dreams
As I run in terror
No one ever hears my screams

Does she simply want to play
Or will she kill me dead
How do you tell a lions intentions
Enough to fill your soul with dread

Here I run and there I hide
As she runs ever faster
And with greater strides

In a building I take shelter
Locking doors in frantic fear
Just outside each door and window
She awaits, she's far too near

Is the symbol of this lion
The very picture of my life
As I tremble in the darkness
So fearful of this strife

Is the lion part of me
The part that longs to be set free
Is she locked up here inside
With my other part who fears to die
One day both sides, they will collide

Lynne FincherSpringarden

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