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, roar with the lions.
Howl, howl at the moon.
Roar with the voice of emotion
Howl the songs of the soul.

And the prince grew to be a king
And he took her hand
And God made man to sing.

Roar with the voice of emotion.
Howl the songs of the soul.

Roar with the lions.
Howl at the moon.
Roar with the lions.
Howl.
Roar with the...roar with the lions.
Yeah
Howl at the moon.

Interpretation

We are made with emotion and passion and have a natural desire to express ourselves through song.