I stand in the dry sahara

Aching for substance

My cubs looking to me for guidance

I stalk my prey, while they play

I have scavenged longer than them and have learned a few tricks

I have found an oasis or two along my journey to quinch my thirst

I am hardened by my experience but still strive for a nuturing tenderness

I live because of my instincts but I loath were they lead me

But I do not follow them blindly

I have a heart that beats the blood throughout my body

It poors blood through my mind and reminds me of what has been spilled for my survival

I am "The Lion"

My mane is wild and so is mind

But I stay focused and present to maintain my pride