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?