**Verse 1** A flame was lit upon the hill, It danced with pride, yet meant to kill. Not hearth, but pyre, it fed on cries, Its smoke obscured the wiser skies. **Verse 2** They called it light, they called it truth, It lured the gray-beard and the youth. But winds that whisper through the trees Speak softer truths than flags or pleas. **Chorus** O hush, wild heart, do not belong To blood-wrought tales or tyrant song. The earth is vast, her borders none— She knows no king, no chosen one. **Verse 3** A stream once flowed from peak to bay, Now dammed and dyed a darker gray. What once gave drink now drowns the root— The fig tree bears a bitter fruit. **Verse 4** And still they march with iron feet Through golden fields and quiet street. Yet daisies bloom where boots have trod, And stubborn roots still cleave to sod. **Chorus** O hush, wild heart, do not belong To blood-wrought tales or tyrant song. The earth is vast, her borders none— She knows no king, no chosen one. **Bridge** Let not your love wear colored thread, Let not your oath to soil be wed. The lark sings sweet in any sky— No anthem owns her flight on high. **Final Chorus** O hush, wild heart, do not belong To blood-wrought tales or tyrant song. The world is wide, and love runs free— No fence can hold what’s meant to be. [End]
