Through the Lion's Eye
As I pass through the suburb
I try to make my way short
With my eyes bright and superb
Shining over the map I brought
Down steep in the valley
The villagers call
Upon god, their alley,
Angels and more
The moon seems to glitter
Like gold in the sky
The tongue taste bitter
As the mouth goes dry
Up in the hills
The lions roar
I speed up my wheels
To save my soul
A city ahead my eyes pursue
Of gold, diamonds and all treasure
But their seem to be no way through
Though my heart bounces to it with pleasure
The sun goes to bed
But the light seem to divorce
That makes me still see the city ahead
And the wind going forward pushes me with force
Finally I find my way
Through a mine of the great ion
But my mouth opens with no word to say
Upon looking at the eye of a lion
But I don’t blame my eyes
For it looked like gold for real
And I can’t do otherwise
Just let it have me for its meal.
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