The Lion's Roar



And now that I have grown,
I can look back to wonder,
Was that little voice truly me?

When I was a child, I had been told
That I sounded pleasant, yet weak
And I was instantly ashamed

I wanted to be a king!
Not a chorus girl,
Not a farm boy,
Not a middle of the road
By passer

But they just didn't hear me...
They just couldn't hear my voice
Through the thickness of skin

They looked at the little girls in their dresses
And asked me if I thought they were happy
And if they wore them with smiles
And daffodil expressions

But I never could supply the answer
Because I did not and still do not know...
For I could only wear them
With muddied hands and knees

And to me, it was always dress up
For the prince and the pauper,
The slain lion's roar

But I have come to understand
The wavering of sound
Is as mutable as the ocean
And it breaks over us like the tide

So come hear me and listen!
I am not so little now!
Not so scared that I can not speak
With my own self-taught symphonies

Yes!
I am proud to reveal;
I am a bigger voice than they expected...
And I have grown.



©2004 Aryl Shanti

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