Have you ever been to this jungle?
I call it a memory of a lion
He walks on all fours, rawring!
Looking out as though he sees his prey

I’m not sure what to say to him
I can only wonder what he’s doing
Is he trying to play with me?
He moves around smoothly, no sound

All I hear is the rawring and growling
Why can’t he hear me, he speaks English
Maybe it’s the lion that doesn’t let him
I want to yell, and hit him for attention

I would think he was on drugs but I was too young
I don’t understand what he's doing
Maybe it’s a full moon and his lion is out
Only dark seems to shine on my life

I look at him, and imagine the trees all around
He moves as though he’s trying to protects himself from me
What could I possibly do to him?
I yell a whisper “dad!” he answers but then comes the lion

Why is he acting this, why?
Now I understand, I’m old enough to learn
Now I have fear for my life to begin
Now I understand what he was showing me,
He was showing me what I’m going to be
What my life will be, I will live
Like a human but have a heart of a lion.