Naughty Child

 

Are you still the naughty child

The one who didn’t follow all the rules

The one who saw a little deeper or further

Sensing more truth than others could

Pointing out things they’d rather lay hidden

And did not want to become known

Did it upset them when you said too much

Or took the initiative?

And did they try to cut you down to size?

Well really darling you were the one

Who heard the lion’s roar

So don’t let them anyone treat you so bad

That you come to feel you are just

A lost little lamb

But maybe the truth lies somewhere in between

Maybe you are lost lamb

Still seeking the lion’s roar

Stolen from you so many years before