I used to belong with the wind and I flew.
My wings had been spread and I knew what to do.
But I trusted then, none but the falsest sides.
And ended up doubting myself; I did nothing but hide.
I used to belong with the oceans and the tides.
I rode each surface and I rode it with pride.
But then I wobbled and sat quickly so as not to slide.
And ended up choosing the easy way to swim and stride.
I used to belong with the earth and was strong.
My heart was dug deep and I was never wrong.
But then I swayed, in a moment of prong.
And ended up brooding; I had forgotten my song.
I used to belong with the flames and I blazed.
There was nothing in the heat that could keep me away.
But then I started burning my skin and I splayed.
To the truth I had mistakenly averted my gaze.
I used to belong to myself and I stood high.
I was someone I believed in, even when they all sighed.
Was that my bitter end? I got wounded and almost died.
No. I shall get up in a second to yell again my battle cry.