The silver lioness dashes, dashes and continues dashing
Because she doesn't look back with fear anymore
The king of a hundred beasts is a king because she believes in the 99
We have the pride, and it's our reason of pride
That is the reason for my pride
Solitude is the opposite of loneliness
I wondered if I would always be alone
Simply looking forward with a glare, simply dashing towards my dreams
I've lost track of my footsteps
An unchanging cloudy sky, a point that I cannot cross
"I'm a wildcat who's lost her pack," I laughed
A world without sound was quickly filling and expanding
The voices of humankind, held up to the wild eye
I'm slowly changing, a budding lioness
Standing and sharpening her claws so she can walk forward with her friends
The white lioness cherishes those who flock, flock to her
Because they are willing to support me
Those who pursued and nestled close to the pure white one of solitude
We have the pride, and it's our reason of pride
That is the reason for my pride
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