The Lion and the Hunter
I am the lioness
Covered in the black and white wind
Hunting the hunter’s man.
I am prey no longer
I’m a predator on the run
He doesn’t understand.
I am the lioness
I will take him down with pride
With his collector’s knives.
Hitting him in the chest
While he’s stabbing me in the back
With my one and only.
That poor and beggar soul
He may try to take what he wants
But he will never win.
On my territory
He will never return because
I am the lioness.