Lion

Winter’s come
You say you’re leaving
It doesn’t make sense now that you’re gone
But I could risk a sorry
As a fool would not be so hearty
And maybe I could be your lion
One who foresees you walking out
Spring had come
You I said you owe it to me
It does not make much sense to all full grown
As clouds became parted
A return to where things started
As maybe I could be your lion
One who retreats when called upon again