My Stripes on Sadness
I feel fresh grass
Drops over me
The sound of leaves
The ground under my feet
A shallow river is flowing in my way
I can see lots of deer everywhere
Crouched in silence I’m stalking to kill
I decide who lives and dies
Blended with the jungle
Feeling the wind in my face
I make a great journey
The only way to survive
Blended with the jungle
Feeling the wind in my face
Under the same sun
Tens of miles to hunt
Thеy follow me
They want to kill
They try to rеach
Slave of my skin
They follow me
They want to kill
They get to reach
A bite and sleep
And my eyes are closed
Behind a door
I walk in circles
Inside a cage
Made by man
Surrounded by walls
Iron and ropes
Deprived of freedom
My stripes in sadness
My mind gets black
My mouth is hunger for blood
My claws need to harrow
My entrails are infected with rage