Roar [Glen Burtnik]
Roar Written by Glen Burtnik Lead Vocals by Glen Burtnik The night's cut in half by the scream of a child, The cry of a newborn, primal and wild The prince of a tribe that lives on in the blood that runs through you. In school he is taught to sit silent and dream At home he stares mute at a glare on a screen And nobody tells him that he can speak free if he wants to. Run, little brave, follow the muse. Your life is your art. Fill up your lungs, sing from the heart And roar, roar with the lions. Howl, howl at the moon. Roar with the voice of emotion. Howl the songs of the soul. The little girl makes up a song every day She sings as she rises, sings as she plays. Some things can never be taken away from the children. Her little head translating dreams into rhyme. Her heels fire rhythm, her fingers keep time. Her eyes are the light and her laugh the antennae to heaven. Learn all the rules and throw them away. Your life is your art. Take what you need and sing from the heart And roar, ...