Arleavi

Son of Wednesday

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Flight of the Misplaced Souls

(Verse 1 - Wednesday)
In the realm of Tidelord, where I took my first breath,
Under the waves, in the water-flight's depth.
But my heart yearns for the Zephyr, for the Windward Plateau,
In the Wind flight's lair, is where I wish to go.

(Chorus - Wednesday)
Oh, to be a child of Windsinger, to dance in the sky,
To traverse Sornieth, where the wind spirits lie.
To feel the gusts, to see the sights,
In the embrace of the wind, on those endless flights.

(Verse 2 - Arlevi)
In the heart of the Windsinger, where I was born,
In the Wind flight's lair, in the light of the morn.
But my soul longs for the Tidelord, for the ocean's lull,
In the Water flight's realm, I feel the pull.

(Chorus - Arlevi)
Oh, to be a child of Tidelord, to dive in the deep,
To swim with the Leviathans, where the sea serpents sleep.
To hear the ocean's hymn, to feel the tide,
In the heart of the sea, I wish to reside.

(Bridge - Wednesday & Arlevi)
But here we are, a mother and son,
Each longing for what the other has won.
A wind dragon yearning for the sea,
A water dragon wishing to be free.

(Chorus - Wednesday & Arlevi)
Oh, to trade our deities, to swap our flight,
To live our dreams, under Sornieth's light.
A wind dragon in the sea, a water dragon in the sky,
In each other's elements, if only we could fly.

(Outro - Wednesday & Arlevi)
But we are who we are, under Sornieth's sun,
A water dragon and a wind dragon, our journey's just begun.
We'll dream our dreams, under the moon's glow,
A mother and son, in the world of Sornieth, we grow.

And though we were born to different flights,
We know our hearts, not our birthright, lights our nights.
In the wind or the sea, wherever we may roam,
We realize now, our spirits decide our home.

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