My Dragon
There is a dragon somewhere
that upon my thoughts doth feed.
Its horns are buit from fear
Its golden scales from greed
Its fire is formed from anger
Its smile is built from pride
Its claws are built from envy
Passion fills inside.
Its wings are buil from
faithlessness
Its brain from cunning made
Its heart is built from selfishness
Its feet in hatred laid.
And when I meet my dragon
In some far off place and time
Will I loath it and detest it
And thus repeat my crimes.
or will I begin to woo it
With love and strong compassion
[ it´s not responsible for its faults
And the nature of its fashion. ]
Will I´ll be kind and gentle
Will I be patient with its flaws
Even as it burns me
And tears me with its claws?
Yes, I´ll be kind and gentle
Yes, I´ll be patient with its
flaws
Even as it burns me
And tears me with its claws.
I know the flames can´t last
When they´re not with anger fed.
I know the claws unclasp
When it with love is led.
And thus my fearful dragon
Will be remade anew
Into a noble prince