She runs where the wild winds blow,

Chasing dreams no cage could know.

Eyes like lightning, untamed skies,

Freedom burning in her cries.

They tried to shape her, tie her down,

Dress her heart in silk and crown.

But she was thunder wrapped in skin,

A battle cry that roared within.

They called her reckless, called her mad,

For wanting more than what she had.

But chains and fences, rules and shame —

They couldn’t hold what can’t be tamed.

She’s storm and sunrise, dust and flame,

A spirit no one dares to name.

If you reach, you’ll miss the flight,

She’s gone by morning, lost in night.

So let her run, don’t call her back,

Her soul was never meant for lack.

Born of wild, too fierce for blame —

She lives, she loves, and can’t be tamed.