what a precious gift the sun did bring
to my little life my little lion king
i used to go out to the top of pride rock
look over savannah and see birds flock
feel the wind blow and rivers flow and turn
those old elephant bones where fires burn
rafiki i tried to keep my heart alight
and even the moon goes out at night
feel that wind come in over flowers grow and bend
new life breathe in where old life ends
though i hope pride rock stands tall
forever and never comes before the fall
in my little life the little lion king
the precious gift my son will bring
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Author:
noah (Pseudonym) (
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