Daughter of None

I was born where the heather bends low, Roots in the loam and thunder below. Fiddle hums like a long-lost name, Banjo waits with a tongue of flame. Boots on the dirt, heart full of ache, This storm’s been sleeping for fire’s sake. I whisper low to the ash and the stone— “When I rise, I rise alone.” [Chorus – Allegro: Erupting, Wild, Mythic] Strike the bow, beat the drum, Let the fire and rhythm come! Banjo crack like the earth split wide, Fiddle screams like the mountains cried. Ride the blaze, raise the sound, Storm and soul now battle-bound. I don’t break—I burn and run, Woman of fire, daughter of none. [Verse 2 – Moderato: Sensual, Resolute] I’ve danced with ghosts by the canyon’s edge, Sworn my name on a lightning’s pledge. Strings in my blood, steel in my breath, This is no song—it’s a vow to death. Fiddle rises with aching grace, Banjo strikes like a horse in chase. I sing the scars I carved in time, Every wound, a mountain rhyme. [Bridge – Half-Tempo Lull: Haunting, Sacred] No chains, no master, no final bell, Just fire and rhythm and stories to tell. I’ll ride this blaze till it takes me whole— This storm is mine, and I am its soul. [Final Chorus – Allegro: Cathartic, Liberated] Strike the bow, beat the drum, Let the fire and rhythm come! Banjo crack, fiddle cry, I blaze through night with no goodbye. Ride the flame, raise the sound, Woman unbroken, battle-bound. I don’t break—I burn and run, My name is fire, and I bow to none.