I am the sign of the bull,
I stampede through the night’s soft lull.
You mess with the bull, you get the horns.
You see this green grass, this lovely earth;
Yet, you have not seen that, i am it’s protector.
I am stubborn as they say,
I hold them all at bay just to stay away.
You only see me as a wild beast.
You only see unpredictability and hate, hot as a flame;
Yet, you have not looked into my true soul.
I am the sign of the bull,
I lightly tread through the night’s soft lull.