Bound

Every soul has an essence.
Pure and suttle this essence.
Planted in the soil of life to grow in the
sunlight.

Bound

Every essence breathes the wind.
This wind the soul enchants.

Bound

For every storm this soul prevails
deeper meaning hides.

Bound
For every hidden meaning sole
our growing essence prides.

Bound

The seeds of pride we plant in life
to cultivate our soul,

Bound

From deep within we rise above
to rein we shall pay our due.

Bound

to this life we are tied.