The Panther

His vision is weary it cannot hold
Anything but endless bars, no world
Pacing circles he softly strides
A mighty will is paralyzed
I know how you feel
I know how you feel
Pacing round
Round and round a ring
Only at times the curtain lifts
Quiet scenes they rush on in
Pupils open as a fawn
Plunge to the heart and now they’re gone
I know how you feel
I know how you feel
Pacing round
Round and round a ring