Reign free, I shall
Hundreds before me set themselves ablaze
For the ideals they highly preached.
Thousands waned away in lost dreams
For their thoughts found no means.
And many more still only cry
For they could not even start to try.
They preach- ‘follow a path lit by others’
As if that was told by their mothers!
They recall stories of many lost soul,
As if they are trying to console.
They all seem to hide in terror,
As if fear is all they have near.
But I seek that which is hidden
Shrouded in darkness- it beacons.
It was told to be forbidden
‘Sweet heavens be forsaken!’
I care not of these binds old,
I will thread my path with my blood bold.
They can cry all they want
It will not detour me,
I will set myself much colder
han even the Northern sea.
They can slash as they want
It will not faulter me,
I will set myself ablaze brighter
than even what the Sun can be.
Maybe I will turn to ash
But I will need no saviour
Because that ash will have my Lord’s favour.
Maybe I will freeze too deeply
But there will be no bellow echoed
Because that will become my Lord’s abode I shaln’t allow any fear to consume me
I will reign free!
Their lost spine will never scare me
I will forge my own key,
I will pave my own path
With my Lord beside me.