LION’S DEN

Written by chris molitor

Hostage and Slave..became my name
Thanks you for the wine, but I’ll take water if it’s all the same
Servant to a man with an affinity for fame
The writing is on the wall, you’ve been numbered and weighed

You will need my help, when you’re dreaming in the night
In a foreign land, but I think I’ll sleep just fine.
Tell me what you saw, I will steer you right.
The wind’s about to blow, so you better hang on tight.

 Though my hands and feet are bound
My heart remains true.
Throw me in that lions den,
But they’ll save those claws for you.      

 Choosing not to bow, on the stage that they had made.
Looking out a window despite the trap that was laid.
Throw him in the den, let the lions have some fun
But when the sun comes up, there’s not a scratch on me, no not one.

 Though my hands and feet are bound
My heart remains true.
Throw me in that lions den,
But they’ll save those claws for you.      

 Won’t kneel to fear
Won’t kneel to pride
Won’t kneel to hate
Won’t kneel to the knife
Won’t kneel to death, or wounds, or pain
Won’t kneel to a king to save my name.

 Though my hands and feet are bound
My heart remains true.
Throw me in that lions den,
But they’ll save those claws for you.

Kings will come and kings will go
The next will pass you by
You can throw me in that lions den
I’m coming out dead or alive.