We are the wild,
Made to be the free.
Born of magic
and whispering trees.

You grow
like vines.
Upon my skin,
Awakening
the spark within.

Let me sing louder,
For those who lost their way.
Breaking down the barriers,
That keep your heart astray.
I will be your guide,
oh I will be a sister to thee!

To the fae souls,
Whose hearts still yearn,
Leave behind the stone halls,
And to the ancient groves return.
To the enchanted kin,
Who dares to See,
We are strong as mountains,
Yet wild and free.

We're not made
for towers tall,
Nor roads of stone
that drown Nature's call.

Come dance
where roots run deep,
Where the winds
and nature spirits speak.

Let me sing louder,
For those who lost their way.
Breaking down the barriers,
That keep your heart astray.
I will be your guide,
oh I will be a sister to thee!

To the fae souls,
Whose hearts still yearn,
Leave behind the stone halls,
And to the ancient groves return.
To the enchanted kin,
Who dares to See,
We are strong as mountains,
Yet wild and free.

Strong as oak and fierce as storm,
Beneath the boughs you can be reborn.
Feel the earth beneath your feet,
Let the song of the roots repeat.

To the fae souls,
Whose hearts still yearn,
Leave behind the stone halls,
And to the ancient groves return.
To the enchanted kin,
Who dares to See,
We are strong as mountains,
Yet wild and free.

Let the wild call your name.
Come home, come home, where you belong.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 969 AF.