Verse 1
She was but a lass, in a realm of frost and stone,
Where shadows of nightfall claimed her spirit alone.
Hands of cruel intent wove scars that linger still,
A childhood of murmurs in a vale of ill will.
They scorned her sharp visage, strange ‘neath the sun’s pale gleam,
Her soul cursed to wander, like a wraith in a dream.
Fleeing the daylight, where their taunts pierced her core,
She veiled her true essence, ‘neath the night’s mystic lore.
No glass could reveal the light within her breast,
She saw only shards where her heart lay distressed.
Chorus
Yet broken things may gleam, like gold in the seams,
Kintsugi in her blood, she weaves her lost dreams.
From a cygnet scorned to a swan on the breeze,
She learns to embrace her light ‘midst the whispering trees.
Oh, Kintsugi Swan, thy wings bear thee high,
Thy scars sing a saga ‘neath the starlit sky.
Verse 2
Demons of despair, they wailed in her soul’s deep glen,
Chanting she was nothing, binding her in their ken.
Spectres of old wounds, they clung with a shadowed might,
Holding her in twilight, far from the dawn’s soft light.
Yet within her spirit, a spark of fire did rise,
A will to defy, to unveil her true guise.
She met those dark spirits, though they linger near yet,
Learning to dance with them, where the heart’s hope is set.
Chorus
Yet broken things may gleam, like gold in the seams,
Kintsugi in her blood, she weaves her lost dreams.
From a cygnet scorned to a swan on the breeze,
She learns to embrace her light ‘midst the whispering trees.
Oh, Kintsugi Swan, thy wings bear thee high,
Thy scars sing a saga ‘neath the starlit sky.
Bridge
She trod through the embers, bore the weight of her years,
Turned tears to a river, cleansed the tide of her fears.
Her soul like a torc, her smile like a pyre,
With shadows at her heels, she kindles her fire.
Each scar is a rune, each crack is a lay,
She’s more than a survivor—she’s found her true way.
Chorus
Yet broken things may gleam, like gold in the seams,
Kintsugi in her blood, she weaves her lost dreams.
From a cygnet scorned to a swan on the breeze,
She learns to embrace her light ‘midst the whispering trees.
Oh, Kintsugi Swan, thy wings bear thee high,
Thy scars sing a saga ‘neath the starlit sky.
Outro
Now she stands by the water, where the moon’s rays entwine,
No longer a broken lass, but a swan divine.
Her wings ride the zephyr, her smile gilds the morn,
She’s Kintsugi, she’s radiant, a swan reborn.
Jay7Bird
