The Prince
The Prince
My cradle was decked by cheerful hands
As if no sorrow
And the world would walk towards
Only brighter tomorrow
Years after year had passed
So passed generations one by one
We saw animals with strong teeth and jaws
Awaiting only
Comfortable pause..
We stepped inside presumptions
The world would arrange itself to make us Victorious!
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But thought made us more numb
Beneath the twinkling stars,
Where's the animal in us?
The jungle-roaming, adventurous
Hunting soul..
Can our hearts ever again strongly growl?