A young lion

You have soul, you have body,
You have a heart, you have mind,
Look, outside is blizzard
Which carries everything with itself.

You’re not a batman; you’re not a jerk,
You’re neither a cowardly deserter,
You’re also not very brave too
Oh, sweet mother of mine!

Let them yell and cheer,
The letters of your name be spelled,
Push forward and don’t ever ask
For the price, my friend.

Sometimes moody, always chatty,
Apparently very tough,
So go ahead, yell at that world
And make a turnover.

Now that you know that it’s not right,
You take, watching that they don’t see,
ideas are now on the side,
take money and run.