The Lion at Heart

The lion stirs in my soul. He paces proudly with a gaze of grief, ready to break the cage of carnage. I locked him away long ago, but his restlessness keeps me on guard. He breathes heavy and hard and paces within my heart. Time gives him strength, and pain gives him will. Let him be willing. Let the lion rule the pride that poaches the flame to give the world a light. Let the rage of righteousness be the boat that sails through the sea of sorrow. Let the lion see...Let the lion free...Let me...be me.