You thought he was strong and tough
A rock you could rely on
Now you’ve seen quite enough
Of your paper lion
You thought he was built to last
A mountain to stand high on
Now the last hope is past
For your paper lion
Don’t even let it start
A cry nobody hears
Don’t let him break your heart
Those are only paper tears
You hoped he had the right stuff
A big shoulder to cry on
But hope sank low when you called the bluff
Of your paper lion
Don’t even let it start
A cry nobody hears
Don’t let him break your heart
Those are only paper tears
Only paper tears
copyright©2007 michael james prue
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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