Don't Follow Lea

Lea shakes her rubid mane
Like a lion in a cage.
In her eyes, fierce desperation,
Bluish flames of glancing rage.

Lea's hands, like varnished razors,
Scare my eyes uncannily.
Should I let her curse my life?
Should I set this lion free?

Off she goes, white clouds behind her,
Sunlight beaming on her face.
I don't think I'll ever find her
Once she finds a better place.

Hear my words, don't follow Lea,
Let her roar into the light,
I believe the sun goes with her,
For the sun is shining bright.