Standing Tall

I will beat my chest and raise my paw
While my roar reverberates the air
Silence my gun for a levelled kill
No army can make me withdraw

There are pains my thoughts know how to draw
Dust I raise to cover my hair
As I’m standing tall, so does my will
I have run out of Walls to claw

Why should failure be my only flaw?
When I can ‘queen’ on my gold chair
So in awe, the whole world stands still
Finding success, I learn to gnaw

I will beat my chest and raise my paw
While my roar reverberates the air
Silence my gun for a levelled kill
No army can make me withdraw.

Vera