Lion Heart

It’s strange how the night breaths words into my head,


So strong, so emotional, they pull me from my bed,

And I hear the quiet of the night screaming

As fantastic thoughts overwhelm my dreaming

Sleep escapes me when these overtake me

And this crazy voice wants me to let you see

The vivid images that run like cinemas, flowing with great exclamation

Flying to musical compilations up and down and through my imagination

I’m so sure you get me, I’m so happy you’re here,

I’m so funny when you’re laughing, I have no fear.

But this Passion like flames flows through my veins

And history with its hard lessons explains

I can only say so much before flames slip from my parted lips

Trying to warm your heart I burn you and you become a memory fading into wisps

Wisps of thought I’ll never see again

A wonderful time with a former friend

But this isn’t the end

The animal tears again, beat by beat, battering my chest open till passion bursts out of every seem

Roaring, raging and overwhelming the battlefield outside of me, bearing proof to the formerly unseen

Wrestle me down, mighty hands, till I’ve found a focal point for my passion

Send this lion to ravage, use these teeth to tear, for I am weary of inaction

This is who I am in the form of a simple story

Spelled out with riddles locked in allegory

The questions begin

When thinking of my sin

Lying among the lambs of your field

This place beckons for my instinct to yield

Dumb little lamb pushes her lovely face into my mane

I cannot lift a paw to you, and all my strength, to this aim, I drain

O Lamb, when I grin, see within, razors able to cut you down with a bite

When I rise, muscles tremble beneath my skin revealing power you couldn’t fight

My fiery roar cuts the heart of men and surely would shatter you

Why then do you trust me to act against my nature, why when you know all I can do?

Why Shepherd, do I remain when in a moment I could be slain?

You’d remove this stain and they’d be free of me, their bane

I asked why and the answer came

In the form of a wolf over a lamb that was slain

Slit eyes slid thin as rage built within

In an instant I was on him

An instant passed and it was the end

But still, my heart beats on, again and again

When will I see victory in the war waging on the world?

When can I see the plan that has been slowly unfurled?

Why was I made this way, to hold a lion’s heart

And to have such a seemingly small part?

Well who am I to call it small

For That Lamb Breathed Life And Now No Longer Breathes At All