I am the lion kings of kings
Now behind the bars, I shrink
Remembering the days of glory
So I come forward to tell my story,
Once I lived in the green forest
Roaming freely without arrest
Roaring, howling in and around
Loved hearing my echoed sound
With my family living in a den
Lost them when I was sent
In the huge prison of fears
My boost started losing its gear
Weaker and weaker,
Day by day
From the king of the forest, a slave I became

People come and admire me
But my heart is total happiness free,
This life behind the steel bars
Takes my depression far and far,

Please help me to retrieve those days
Where I followed my own ways
Roaring, howling In and around
Now missing my deep echoed sound


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