Black Space Riders - Born A Lion (Homeless) | Текст песни

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Born a lion
Beloved son of a desert chief
Raised a leader
Strong boy back in better days
Born a lion
Love and hope of his family
Father's lion
Young, wild and a whole lot of dreams
Born a lion
Little hands and a healing touch
Oh a good heart
Playing games in the desert sand
Cried a sister
Sound of war brought by southern winds
Born a lion
God's gun and the terror began
Run! End of former life
Shattered and destroyed
Western world arrival
End up on skid row
Now the lion is dead
But the memory is alive
And the question remains
Without any reply
If it wouldn't have happened
then what could have been?

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