Red Gyarados from FIRE RED by Yokai Jem

I travelled to
Vermillion city
With just a fishing rod
And some bait

I wanted to
Make a million pennies
And now I’m looking for
A little space

I met a fisherman
Who relates
To my understanding
And the pain in my face
He told me there’s
A mystery to this place
There’s a magical fish
Who hide and waits

Oh Red Gyrados
Come near me

My head is verbose
You understand me

My heart, my woes
My country my home

I can hear you crying

I battled thru
Some silly old people
Because I already knew
That you lie in wait

I wanted to
Show you my skills
And that I wasn’t going to
Hurt you

Look to the sunshine maybe
Red on horizon baby
Come to the sunshine of my heart

Broken or left as shiny
Rare as a candy might be
Where we can find a new start

Oh Red Gyrados
Come near me

My head is verbose
You understand me

My heart, my woes
My country my home

I can hear you crying

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