
Control
Who shall win this battle of old?
The quest for liberty, of mind, for soul
Who shall win victory, who shall hold
Is it you my dear who shall gain control
Who shall pull me this way
Now, who shall push me the other
How will they react when I become too weathered?
Too tired, too sad, too grumpy, too mad
Who shall win control before I revert back into a lad
I ask again, who exactly will win this most unholy battle?
The Viper or the Rattlesnake Snake, the Hyena or the Jackal
Whoever it shall be must learn to tackle
Control of me will not come easily
Like a lion laying still I’ll wait patiently
Taking the beatings and earning my stripes
Then I shall be birthed as a tiger in my might
Who shall win this battle of wrong versus right
The meek lion, the tiger who never lost sight