I look in the door way to beautiful valley like i seen before light passes though the leaves of the autumn sycamore you look at me with eyes of wondering a vulture a wolf at the door lurking, prerking up your great mane ,does it even count, just to put away, to put the ax in the head spliting it open wide so to see the thoughts hidden from thee, keeping you in the dark no more, ths light switch trips your feet do the same as a lion in a cage you are fierce and full of rage ready to brawl, when free you walk lightly under the shade to stir up dust , the peace of the valley, Leo the stars are bright let your coat make you shine through unto the crystal blue sky , a King in the valley. with a heart of pride, Perched under the tree of life to slide into slumber ,if you thet knew of all wide cares of thought running through your mind , you jump to a stance,the pray is lurking, they never heard a word that you were thinking, so take down the weak, stand tall with your pride and know how feared you have become