He works in the garden, carving the wood
He’s rising a figurine that ought to withstand time

But it'll crumble, as last year; it always does
He'll fall to the ground and be hid; cloaked by the leaves of autumn choice
Always became a tradition; each summer, same carved pattern too

The lioness is protecting her den; shouting “skanks” at hyenas lurking
She talks nicely to me; act as a princess, raised by animals

Who doesn’t like animals, I even acknowledge myself as one
I know where to aim my thanks,
Though I sometimes use the word – skanks

Search my mind for clairvoyant abilities I dare you,
Fear yourself before you fear others
Get to know my family tree, carve something that hasn’t yet been written
Love your kin, even though the bloodlines are thin
Does it really matter - ask the mothers

Find what you don’t want to be; restart, and move on
Let's try leaving our selfish reflections to the mirror,
And then try not to bring them along
Hunt down the prey within your soul - truthful words will be spoken
Teardrops will nurture your hunting ground