Long ago there was a cub named grace,
Years before his reigning days,
He skimmed over the lakes like a dragonfly,
Paws felt like feather over the surface,
He roared toward the deep blue sky,
But the roar of the silent night,
Didn’t even move a insect in sight,
Long before me and you were there,
There was ferocious cub named grace,
He couldn’t roar even the tiniest of cries,
In misery he was abolished from his own tribe,
In his journey he met an old wisely,
Who said to the cub,” search for peace,
In longing pain will resurrect eventually”
And so he traveled to the furthest of forests,
In search of his voice, as a lion needs a roar,
To distinguish himself from the rest of the tribe,
Years later he finally came to the peak,
Where the sun kissed the earth’s surface,
And distinguished itself from the rest of the sky,
Light shines upon those who have the will to survive,
Sun rises within breaching the pain that thrives,
Years later there was a lion named grace,
Days before he finally died,
He was the pride of his own tribe,
And the roaring pierced through the sky,
And the clouds once obstructing the path,
Now broke apart, eventually light shines,
Upon the face of those who have the heart of a lion,
And the will to survive during darkest of times,
When the inner voice succumbs within,
Heart skims over the shiny surface of life,
In search of you, grace thrives within,
Grace gives birth to a roar,
Even the tiniest of the cries,
Long ago there was a cub named grace,
Who taught me how to live a life.
