Struck down in the sun he lays

watching in desperation as his pride walks away

struggling to stand he fights through the pain

with tears in his eyes he knows he’ll be king again

it won’t be today, It wont be tomorrow

to many wounds, to much anguish and sorrow

The wounded lion to hurt to touch

He stumbles as he reaches to clutch

images of the cubs he loves so much

his got to stand up just for them

in his heart he know’s he’ll be king again

for now the sun beats down on his hardened skin

it’s in his nature to fight, to one day win

The wounded Lion to hurt to touch

Battered and bruised he reaches his haven

staggers to his kingdom in the sky

to reflect and watch the world pass by

collecting his strength deep in his soul

when he stands up again the roars ready to roll

with a heart of gold his loved so much

he didn’t deserve the beating life gave

he stood there and took it so bold and brave

The wounded lion dangerous to touch,

The day will come when he reaches his peak

still battered and bruised but not so weak

his pride maybe gone but his cubs by his side

his love an honor to them will never be denied

he roars when his with them and thinks when his not

this wounded lion will be back one day to claim his spot