Untamed in her essence

Soft in her shape

Strong in her voice

Rooted in her soul 

Aware of her choice

 

Her feet are covered 

Slightly by dust 

Her soul is the only treasure 

She has never lost

 

In the strange void of delution

She falls to the ground

Caught 

By a sense of confusion

 

Raw and carried 

By a naked soing 

Anchored in spirit 

She chooses to stay strong

 

She finds her tribe

Among those who love the wind

The ocean and sky 

She has no other choice 

Silently dedicated 

She takes down her armor

Into the unknown she flies