Born in the sand

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃

Born in the sand, raised by the sun,
The wind whispers secrets of battles undone.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
Yeah, that’s the rule in the slums of my youth.
Maybe we’re the forgotten misery, but we survive,
With cunning and craft, we’ll keep alive.

Call me a child of dust, a man in defeat.
Nameless streets, and your opinion on my feet.

If I want it, I take it, then I’m gone, huh,
Vanishing with gold, blue paint, and a smile so strong.
I’m a king without crown, no throne to sit,
Just fire in my heart and Valencia’s where I fit.

Years ago, Ma said with a gentle frown:
“Rules? They’re just words dressed in a gown,
Freedom’s the art painted deep in our eyes"
...A truth beneath the masks and the lies.

Laugh at the law, break every rule,
Paint the city with colors they call cruel.
A wicked omen, they call me their curse,
The thief made by the desert’s thirst.

For real, I don’t wanna stay just a jackal in the mist,
I tell my reflection, I won’t be the tragedy they insist.
Tell the one who writes destiny, that I’m done with it.

I’d always been a big bad scarlet moon,
But there’s a spark of blue, deep in the gloom,
A heart of gold, chasing the light,
Where dreams collide, and take flight.

I wanna rise, changing the tide,
Find my way, no longer to hide.
One day, I’ll find my own path…

All my scars are a work of art.

𓂃𓂃 ོ☼𓂃