One day we will ask where are the bad guys, where are the real monsters, hush my child mention none for they may appear
One day we will ask that question in whispers because one day none will want to hear and we will say their name no more and if you do others will refuse to listen to anything other than live and let live, we shall truly blot them out, no more wars, we all shall pull together and work it out.
We shall bloom like the blossoms once again and flow like a butterfly in the wind and sprint like a deer and run like a fawn and fly like and eagle and roar like the lion when we just wanna let it all out…
Roar, Roar, Roar my butterflies and float in the wind only sting like the bee if the lion wishes to come upon thee.
Weak nigga pull triggers and don’t use me for your punching bag because of your anger, use a punching bag and allow me my roar.
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