I walk like a free spirit, no chains on my skin,
But some days I feel hunted by the life I never lived.
No kids, no anchors, no hands pulling me back -
But sometimes I’m scared of the silence in my tracks.

Everyone thinks I’m drifting ’cause I wanna be alone,
But they don’t hear the weight in the marrow of my bones.
They don’t know the war between my chest and my mind,
They just smile and say I’m “different”… and leave me behind.

I give strength to others, but I’m running out myself,
Holding people up while my own soul’s on the shelf.

I’m a free spirit with no place to land,
A ghost in the crowd with a fire in my hand.
I’m the one they call when they’re breaking apart,
But I’ve got no one to call when it’s dark in my heart.
I’m the shelter - but where’s my own?
A lighthouse for others, but I’m sinking alone.

I think too deep for the ones who say they care,
They hear my words but never breathe the same air.
They don’t see the visions spinning under my skin,
They just hear “strange” - never ask what’s within.

And sometimes I worry that the freedom I chose
Will bite me someday when the night wind blows.
Maybe I’ll age with no echo of my name,
No kid to remember the fire in my flame.

I’m a free spirit with no place to land,
A ghost in the crowd with a fire in my hand.
I’m the one they call when they’re breaking apart,
But I’ve got no one to call when it’s dark in my heart.
I’m the shelter - but where’s my own?
A lighthouse for others, but I’m sinking alone.

And if I fall someday…
will anyone know?
Will anyone say my name…
when the lights get low?

FREE SPIRIT WITH NO PLACE TO LAND

The bubble burst in silence
no thunder, no warning signs.
Just the sting of naked truth
cutting through my spine.
I saw the world unfiltered,
and the filth I carried too
the weight of every lie
I whispered to get through.

And suddenly nothing felt familiar…
not even the shape of my own name.

Vaya con Dios
I walk this road awake.
With all the dirt I buried
bleeding at my feet again.
This path might cost me everything,
it might devour my bones…
but I’m ready for the reckoning.
I’d rather die than live unknown.

Awareness is a scalpel,
and I’m cutting through my past.
Peeling off the layers
of the man I wore like a mask.
Every truth is poison
but it cleans me as it burns.
And I’d rather choke on honesty
than drown in who I was.

I see the road ahead collapsing
but I’m still stepping in the flames.

Vaya con Dios
no blessings, no regrets.
I walk into the darkness
with the courage of what’s left.
If cleansing costs a heartbeat,
then let this be the toll.
’Cause living blind was killing me
far deeper than the fall.

This is my dirt.
My ghosts.
My burden.
My war.
And if the truth demands a sacrifice
I won’t shut the door.

Vaya con Dios
to the man I used to be.
Let the ashes of my failures
be the soil beneath my feet.
If the price of seeing clearly
is the risk of losing breath
then I accept the revelation.
Let the truth decide the rest.

VAYA CON DIOS

Dark rock

Melancholic fire. 

Two halves of the same soul.

Hope and rage. 

Light and shadow.



Dualism is the key.

This is Bullywave.

Enjoy the ride.

🖤

FREE SPIRIT WITH NO PLACE TO LAND

Bullywave

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