I am the strong and the brave.
I control the lion in my ring decisively, and you all adore
me.
Some call me cruel, for I am striking at my loved one with a
long whip.

But the whip hardly tingles the huge beast, and she forgives
me easily.
She knows I need it, so I can feel in control.
Her love for me comes from strength.
While it may seem she needs me for her food and for the roof
over her head,
We both know I am the one needing her.

I fear her so, and I cannot show it.
Whenever you are watching, she makes me put my head between
her jaws.
While you think I am fearless, my life is hers for the
take.
You think I am safe, just because we do it everyday,
But deep down I know it is just a matter of time.

One day she will grow tired of the act.
How long can we live our lives just for the show?
The bite could be swift, so I will not feel a thing.
But for her to enjoy it, she must eat me alive.
She will not leave one part of me whole.
She must show the world that I mean nothing to her.

And the crowd will love every minute.
The best stories and songs are written on such occasions.
No one will remember I was there once too, and no more.