#1
You're like a lion
on the earth, on the ground
A one inch glory with beautiful eyes

You blend so well
in the treetop singing;
"I like it running, not still"

Well, untie me and crush me now-

-climb to the ground, and dig your hole
You writhe so good
but why do you bury this piece of yourself
Thinking of it dead

You walk alone
on this dry, beaten land
Reminding me that we can live around it
just like you

As you crawl on the ground
on this earth you're like a lion
with a twisted toungue

Well, untie me and crush me now-

-climb to the ground, and dig your hole
You writhe so good
but why do you bury this piece of yourself
Thinking of it dead

Thinking of me dead

would love comments and crit