(The lyrics to Shadowland are included here (as well as the part where Rafiki blesses Nala), it explains much better than how I ever could have.)
Nala bolted from the cave entrance, anger filling in her heart as well as fear. Each limb strove powerfully out to meet the ground in her lengthy stride as she raced down the ridge of Priderock, and around towards the back. Not seeming to stop for anything, be it hyena of obstacle. Rather, she maneuvered around it, or cleared it. Her heart was beating swiftly and her ears were ringing as she drew around the back of the great rock.
Instantly, the heads of the other lionesses shot upright at the sound of one of their own's heavy footsteps. Quickly, the pride rose to their feet and approached Nala as she drew a halt. The young lioness's sides were rapidly rising and falling, for even from the short run she was weakened. Lack of food and water can take a great toll on even the strongest body.
Sarafina sprang to her daughter's side, instantly knowing that something horrible had happened simply by looking into Nala's eyes. "What's the matter?"
"Scar." The pale lioness spoke in a gasping breath. "He has gone truly mad." Her voice, despite its broken nature from air being sucked in, flashed with anger and hatred. "He wants me..." She couldn't finish her statement, so sickened by the idea that the king had placed in her head. Instead, she dropped her head and tried to regain her breath.
Sarabi drew up alongside her friend and the younger lioness, a troubled expression worn on her face. The same expression that the other lionesses were currently wearing as they exchanged looks with each other.
Nala finally straightened, casting her bright-eyed gaze around to each and everyone of her fellows. She spoke in a slow, deliberate voice. "I must go from here."
A gasp arose from a handful of pride as they all crowded around, following by a sudden wall of murmurings.
Undaunted, Nala continued. "You must understand." She looked pleading at Sarabi, and than to her mother. Seeming to find no help, she turned to look towards Gzifu, Asabi and the others. "I cannot stay here." She pleaded with them softly, feeling a lump grow in her heart. She had to make them understand. "I must find someone to help us."
Sarafina cast a saddened gaze in the direction of her queen before addressing Nala. "We understand," she at least hoped she spoke for the other's in the pride as she stepped closer and nuzzled her daughter's cheek. "We cannot hold you back even if we wished to." A saddened expression crossed the older lioness's face, yet she remained strong. Not allowing any tears to be shed, her daughter must leave with the pride's support not tears.
Nala nuzzled her mother tenderly, before drawing back from her pride, gazing softly at all of their faces before drawing back and away. Blue-green eyes turn away and towards the destroyed realm beyond as she began to tell them all she had felt upon the ridge.
"Shadowland. The leaves have fallen, This shadowed land, This was our home.
The river's dry, The ground has broken. So I must go, Now I must go.
And where the journey may lead me, Let your prayers be my guide. I cannot stay here, my family. But I'll remember my pride!
The lionesses of the pride, each wearing a saddened expression, called towards her.
"Prideland, My Land, Tear-stained, Dry-land! Take this, With you, Fatshe leso!"
For every line they stand, Nala counted with.
"I have no choice, I will find my way, Lea Halalela Take this prayer What lies out there. Lea Halalela!"
Nala wheeled and raced through the assorted boulders, starting her journey away from her homeland. The voices of her pride echoing her ears behind her as she ran.
"And where the journey may lead you, Let this prayer be your guide! Though it may take you so far away, Always remember your pride."
As they repeated themselves, the sandy lioness found she could not completely pull herself away. Nala halted a short distance away, casting a painful glance over her shoulders. As her pride stood, watching her departure a familiar figure appeared. As if he knew what was coming, the grizzled body of the baboon Rafiki stepped over to Nala, his staff in hand.
Showing the utmost respect towards the shaman, Nala lowered her head in his presences as she would towards her Queen. The ancient baboon gave her a toothy grin, taking either sides of her sides in his wrinkled hands, muttering words that the lioness could barely pick out there meanings. Yet, she was not alarmed and instead stood with her head bowed and in Rafiki's hands for a moment, before the shaman pulled away, muttering, "It is time," before moving away from her.
Nala rose and turned once more in the direction of her pride, calling out to them.
"And where the journey may lead me, Let your prayers be my guide! Though it may take me so far away, I'll remember my pride...! Giza buyabo, giza buyabo! I will return! O, I will return! Beso bo. I will return! Giza buyabo."
Nala's voice suddenly dropped low as the pride turned away from her and she from them. "Giza boyabo. Beso bo, my people, beso bo..."
With that, the lioness sprang away. Racing across the ash-colored landscape with as much speed she could muster. Heading towards the now setting sun, never slowing her pace no matter how much her body protested as she skirted throne brush and loped across the desert sands that matched her coat. Unknowingly following the path that another had raced many years before her.