African Blessings
Here comes the mighty Lion
Prowling in his African Zion
When the dark is closing in
The lion puts on his little grin
Screaming to the heavens to get food and water
Before he is taken to the slaughter
Like a child he groans in pain
And then from the shadows was he slain
The gazelle it runs and jumps in play
Hoping it won’t become something’s prey
Frolicking gently along the stream
In and out of a Childs dream
Running far across the plains
Breaking all the earthly chains
Like a vibrant electric spark
Until he disappears into the dark
The elephant so high and mighty
Pounds the earth, not so lightly
Protecting its young with trunk and tusk
Eating slowly into dusk
Half its weight it must consume
To feed the baby in its womb
The hunter is its only fear
Causing them to disappear
As the sun sets across the African plain
It slowly starts a gentle rain
As the animals lay down to rest
We must realize that we’re blessed
We’re not hunted, starved or eaten
Let alone killed or beaten
Let’s remember our blessings next time were sad
Because our lives are not that bad
