In a world forgotten, I stand tall and proud—
A raven doll named H, woven from the shroud.
Wings of dreams and shadows I carry in my chest,
A heart that beats in rhythm, longing for its quest.
I am that raven doll, with tales of old to share,
From mountains to valleys, I'm whispering a prayer.
In the silence of night, my spirit finds its song—
I am more than what they see, where lost souls belong.
Through stormy weather, I have danced in rain,
With kinship of the willow, bending, not in vain.
I've walked lonely highways, sung to stars above—
Each step a testament, each note a song of love.
I am that raven doll, with tales of old to share,
From mountains to valleys, I'm whispering a prayer.
In the silence of night, my spirit finds its song—
I am more than what they see, where lost souls belong.
So if you hear my story, let it echo through the years,
A beacon for the brave who've danced through all their fears.
Lift your voice together, let the world know we're alive—
With the heartbeat of the raven, we rise, we survive.
I am that raven doll, with tales of old to share,
From mountains to valleys, I'm whispering a prayer.
In the silence of night, my spirit finds its song—
I am more than what they see, where lost souls belong.
In the heart of forgotten, watch a new dawn break free—
I'm that raven doll, my name is H, and I am me.