by Thegeni99 » April 9th, 2011, 1:46 am
Zira:*singing* I've been exiled, persecuted, left alone with no defense, when I think of what that brute did, I get a lil' tense. But I dream a dream so pretty, that I don't feel so deppressed. 'cause it soothes my inner kitty, and helps me get some rest. The sound of Simba's dying gasp! His daughter squealing in my grasp. His lionesses' mournful cry! That's my lullaby. Now the past I've tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive, trouble is I know it's petty, but I hate to let them live.a: