The Old Lion
How many fools passed through your door?
How many listened to your folk lore?
Can you hear that old lion roar?
What am I fighting for what am I fighting for?
Thought I knew how to judge
Though I never would hold a grudge
Never left a mark on me or a smudge
Now through a mine field of life I trudge
What am I fighting for what am I fighting for?
Hear the old dying lion roar
Asking what is this life for
What does God have in store?
You’re always putting me down
Trying so hard just to tarnish my crown
In a world that’s hell bound
What’s that sound what’s that sound?
What am I fighting for what am I fighting for?
Should I bother to explore?
Or should I just ignore?
Don’t think I can take anymore!
There’s a key that unlocks this door
Do fools ever escape nevermore!
You’ll be gored by a wild boar
Just for asking what am I fighting for?
How many fools passed through your door?
How many listened to your folk lore?
Can you hear that old lion roar?
What am I fighting for what am I fighting for?
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