To finally let something out
That was buried deep within.
To break free from a cage
That your spirit's fight did begin.

You attack
You shred
You rip
You tear.
Your spirit is wild,
A lion, a bear,

You push
You shove
No longer a dove-
You kick
You scream
You're a tiger, it seems-

The fight dances, sparks like flames.
Little squabbles now seem like games.

The power of fire grows within.
The fight's only just begin-

Don't you see?
Your spirit is free.
But it's not gentle like a tree.

You are a tiger.
A tiger of flame.
Your wild, magic power
Will never be tame.