The Song of an Untamed Soul
I am the whisper of midnight’s flame,
A nameless wanderer without a name.
Through tangled roads where shadows bend,
I walk with dreams that never end.
The world builds cages of iron and glass,
Marking the hours as they slowly pass.
But my spirit, restless, refuses to stay—
It carves its wings from night and day.
I have spoken with rivers, their silver tongues,
Heard lullabies the mountain sung.
The stars stitched maps upon my skin,
Each scar a story, each loss a kin.
I’ve danced with pain until it turned to art,
Carried a thousand storms inside my heart.
Yet still I rise when mornings call,
An untamed soul, defying all.
No crown of gold, no jeweled throne,
Can claim the fire I’ve made my own.
For freedom blooms where wild hearts go,
And seeds of hope in ashes grow.
So if you find me, do not bind,
This wanderer’s song is not confined.
I was not made for chains or roles—
I am the hymn of untamed souls.
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