The battle cry

When a heart still has something to protect...

When the need to wake the lioness
Overpowers daily carefree living
The heart that once was filled with love
Will beat like hundreds drums of war

I'll stand in front, tall and fierce
My claws will gleam in sunlight
But when the night embraces
I'll face the final battle

My heart will bleed and cry
For the love that should be mine
Instead i grieve and face the loneliness
And pick the broken pieces.