the prey is among him, he'd strike if he could.
He follows and corners, but stays his hand
He searches and hunts throughout the land
The largest, the grandest, the greatest alive,
Was sadly his quickest for death to arrive.
The hunt was over before it began,
The prize was caught before it ran.
The ultimate catch, it hangs on the wall.
The envy of many, it's know by all.
Yet the hunter is restless, not stalled by the prize.
With each passing night, his soul slowly sighs.
The hunt had ended before it began.
Years of training, that made the man.
Does he shed the glory to finally be free?
To hunt in the woods, to feel god's glee.
Though envied he is, happy he's not.
Ashamed he's not as proud as the lot.
The hunter has claimed the grandest prize.
but it never was really about the size.
He searches and hunts throughout the land
The largest, the grandest, the greatest alive,
Was sadly his quickest for death to arrive.
The hunt was over before it began,
The prize was caught before it ran.
The ultimate catch, it hangs on the wall.
The envy of many, it's know by all.
Yet the hunter is restless, not stalled by the prize.
With each passing night, his soul slowly sighs.
The hunt had ended before it began.
Years of training, that made the man.
Does he shed the glory to finally be free?
To hunt in the woods, to feel god's glee.
Though envied he is, happy he's not.
Ashamed he's not as proud as the lot.
The hunter has claimed the grandest prize.
but it never was really about the size.
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