I've been to the jungle several times
But a lion, I've never seen
But I've heard him roar
Every time I've been
You can hear even if he's miles away
I just always hope and pray
That once I can be the lucky person
To say I had seen you that day
But every time I went
The roar grew weak
Like he was losing energy
And didn't have enough to speak
What was once the most confident roar
That would echo among the trees
Is just a quiet whisper
That needs to be carried by the breeze
What was once a call of warning
Is now a cry for help
That's heard just a few times a day
A small whimpering yelp
And now I pray that no one finds you
So they can't kill your kind
I don't care if I miss seeing you
It's better if you're hard to find
And if you cease to exist
It would be a sad story
One in which the king of the jungle
No more had his pride and glory
And when someone would ask me
What I could do to reverse your fall
I'll say with my head up high that
The human race should not have existed at all
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