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He could have lived his life

Using stone walls as a shield,

But Richard preferred the glory

Found out on the battle field

Overlooked by his father

More a son of Aquitaine

Torn between his source of power

And his passion for his mother’s land

Born the son of a king

His passion was undying

A relentless warrior

With the heart of a lion

Richard was next in line

But Henry’s plans were a haze

So he joined Phillip of France

To end his father’s reign

When he finally took the throne

He disliked the name he’d made

Hoping to right himself with God

He sought penance in the third crusade

Born the son of a king

His passion was undying

A relentless warrior

With the heart of a lion

Richard laid siege to acre

Irritating Saladin

But losses forced him to retreat

Much to his own Chagrin

He returned to Aquitaine

To recapture his lost prize

Too brave to wear his armor

An arrow brought his premature demise

Born the son of a king

His passion was undying

A relentless warrior

With the heart of a lion

Richard, the lion heart