No boots, no chains, no master’s call, Barefoot I dance through cannonball rain. The deck’s alive beneath my toes, The sea’s my lover — wild and insane. Barefoot storm, I sail and spin, Sand and salt upon my skin. Drums of fire, fiddles scream, A pirate’s dream in desert steam! Spices, smoke, and siren songs, Arab sun where I belong. Fiddles burn, the timbre’s flame, No boots, no fear, no shame.
