With the Heart of A Lion
by Michael Doyle

With the heart of a lion
It's past the fire well
That we rise
With nowhere to hide
The hourglass and the landslide
Creep up find us cryin'

In a second crusade of hope
We cling at the end of the rope
Hanging in a silent arc
As we shift ourselves out of park
Just because we don't want to be left behind
As we lay down our arms and find

The 10 best seconds of cascades
Are felt in the chorus that fades
Fading into waves of extinction
Unparalleled in their distinctions
Felt like a death wish for the good 'ol days
In a last crusade filled with a thousand wrong ways

(c) March 28, 2022  Michael Doyle
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