The lion and the dust

The lion whispered in his ear
He didn't want to roar
I have seen the worst of Nature here and once lost a prey,
A bird came from the sky; it's been on my mind each day
How much I'd love to soar.

Then he whispered a glimpse of wisdom
Of how he wanted change
Change in his fierce pride this day
But to his demise he couldn't stay.

He travelled North in search of this
He found his virtue always trapped inside:

Of a young man's scroll of wishes in a bottle full of sand
The tiny grains the sins of man.

The young man felt the lion's breath
Upon his face he fell
Torn to dust his soul corrupt
With the torments of the desert's hell

A dark night lit with stars
The moon a crescent to this day
I keep you in my mind
No matter what I say

A lion breathed right into me
And saved another life
I came back for the courtesy
Of meeting a young man out of spite

A young man's pride is his glory
And his name I wouldn't know
The young man met the lion
In the depths of hell, I've found his all time low.

Dust in the desert storm
Each grain a sand in time
I lost the bottle from the young man
I can't turn dust into wine.