Inside Out
When the prize
Seeks for the price,
Afraid of the cuts
It would cost
When the cub refuses to roar;
The lion in him crawls to soar
When the antidote shys from being used,
Her worth is only abused
When the heroine seat with arms fold;
The enemies stand with the morning on hold
Alas! Defeat has bitten so hard
Now ready to play the action card,
To be the arrow in the bow;
The seed of change I must sow.
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