She had friends. She had family. But she always felt that she didnt have enough.
Shes always balling everthing up inside. She always thinks her life isnt so rough.
She likes her music, she loves her art. Its everything she does.
But a friend told her different. She began to lose her trust.
The little lion began to fall.
Never did she really feel that small.
She sobbed and she cried. Took a walk in the rain.
She kept thinking "nothing will be the same"
Her friend knew everything about art. much more then her.
She was sobbing, her chest was beginning to hurt.
"What will I do now?" She asked. "Its everything I know."
"Now I'll never be happy. Never put on a beautiful show."
The one who shot her down was her inspiration, her artistic idol.
She sat and sobbed loudly. Her feelings became idle.
She had a talk and mother lion let her know
Her friend wasnt really trying to bring her that low
That people act harshly when theyre in fear.
People always strike the ones they hold near.