Song of the Soul
Imprisoned by blood and flesh and bone
Prayer for the Wild, denied to roam
For how can one be warm alone?
Heart of fire, now turned to stone.
Who am I?
I am that which reaches, beyond all height
I am a pillar of rage, ready to fight
Encaged by doubt, enslaved by pain
Rejected again by the Hollow and Vain
Who am I?
I am the soul with the goal to conquer it all
I dream and I dream! And rise just to fall
Soon comes the day to be rid of me
You will decay and I will be free.
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