The Lion

I can feel the trees cowering from the rain
Like they never had seen it before
I can feel the fire burn for me with its rage
To never be extinguished by crossing paths with running water
My body’s never felt this cold
It’s like I’m losing touch yet gaining more control
I’m losing hope with every step
My bones are coming close to falling off
From skin that holds it close
I need the glue that pulls me back to you
If I was the flame I’d burn the trees
To save them from the rain that’s coming when this is over
My body’s never felt this cold
It’s like I’m losing touch yet gaining more control
I’m losing hope with every step
My bones are coming close to falling off
From skin that holds it close
I need the glue that pulls me back to you