Fire in My Veins

I am not the cup you choose to drink,

Not the chain to bind, not the weight to sink.

I am stormlight breaking through the choir,

I am shadow, I am fire.

Whispered names upon the stone,

Tried to shape me, claim me as their own.

But I am older than your laws,

A wild flame burning through the fog.

I don’t have to be your gentle tea,

I am heather wild, I am brine and sea.

I will rise with smoke, I will never tire,

If the world denies me, I’ll set it on fire.

Flute and drum call me from the deep,

Ancient voices that the forests keep.

Not a maiden bowed, not a song you tame,

I am freedom, I am flame.

I don’t have to be your gentle tea,

I am storm-sung wind, I am fierce and free.

I will rise with smoke, I will never tire,

If the world denies me, I’ll set it on fire.

No crown of gold, no silken throne,

I walk the path the wild have sown.

No chains of man, no priest’s desire,

I am the spark, I am the pyre.

I don’t have to be your gentle tea,

I am the river’s wrath, I am destiny.

From the ashes born, I will never tire,

If the world denies me…

I’ll set it on fire.

…set it on fire.