I stand where the earth meets the sky, Where dusk kisses the waves goodbye, I am a silent, firm figure, with a high forehead, Looking at the sun after each fall.
The wind blows stories of water, I have been echoes of battles carved into my skin, however, I do not waver; I do not break, Because I have learned the meaning of awakening.
With eagle wings I stretch, I rise, Above the past that caged me one day, I feel like the rain, and I get up at dawn, Always strong, fierce as a lioness.
Every scar screams, every wound is a guide, I'm carving the road where my dreams reside, I don't seek to be seen, or known, But in my words my soul makes itself known.
An indomitable heart, a free spirit, facing the horizon is where I meant to be.
