歌词
[Verse]
In the heart of the jungle
I stand tall and strong
A warrior facing fears that may come along
50 tiny soldiers
Just two years old
With innocence in their eyes and spirits untold
[Verse 2]
The rhythm of their laughter
A battle cry so pure
There's no retreat
No surrender
I must endure
With every step they take
A challenge in their play
I fight to protect my kingdom
Day by day
[Chorus]
Sweat dripping down
As the drums they beat
In this fight of a lifetime
I'll find my retreat
When the dust settles down
And the battle is done
I lay down and surrender
For the victory is won
In the heart of the wild, each challenge unfolds,
One by one, their stories are boldly told.
The first holds a shield, tiny yet bright,
I dodge and weave with all my might.
Next, a duo, with slingshots in hand,
Their aim is true, I barely stand.
I parry with leaves, duck low and spin,
Using the jungle as my kin.
Five more approach, with laughter and jeers,
Armed with vines, they play on my fears.
I leap and shout, a roar so deep,
Their tiny feet stumble, into a heap.
Sweat dripping down,
As the drums they beat,
In this fight of a lifetime,
I'll find my retreat.
When the dust settles down,
And the battle is done,
I lay down and surrender,
For the victory is won.
Midway through, fatigue sets in,
Yet more soldiers come, grinning a grin.
Each one unique, a lesson they teach,
Through playful combat, they overreach.
Tactics shift, the tiny warriors regroup,
One with a drum, leads the troop.
They encircle me, a dance of the wild,
Their innocence, my heart beguiled.
The final stand, just ten remain,
Their spirits high, they charge again.
I kneel and open arms wide,
In this battle, we find pride.
[Outro]
As the sun sets, the jungle quiets down,
Together we rest, on this hallowed ground.
Fifty tiny warriors, each a story to tel
[Bridge]
Midway through, fatigue sets in,
Yet more soldiers come, grinning a grin.
Each one unique, a lesson they teach,
Through playful combat, they overreach.
[Verse 6]
Tactics shift, the tiny warriors regroup,
One with a drum, leads the troop.
They encircle me, a dance of the wild,
Their innocence, my heart beguiled.
[Verse 7]
The final stand, just ten remain,
Their spirits high, they charge again.
I kneel and open arms wide,
In this battle, we find pride.
[Outro]
As the sun sets, the jungle quiets down,
Together we rest, on this hallowed ground.
Fifty tiny warriors, each a story to tell,
In the heart of the jungle, where true spirits dwell.
