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Tow the Lion

They call your name only to say you won’t be chosen
And set you up only to knock you to the floor
Your tired eyes whispered the words that can’t be spoken
But battered pride will still endure what is in store

Late at night I heard you crying
Get up girl and tow the lion

They cut your hair knowing full well you were a Samson
and give you strength although they draw it from your core
I’ll hold your hand when they would hold your heart to ransom
I’ll keep you true if you are clawing down the door


Tow the lion (refrain)