StormWolf & HollowBoy
The wind carries old songs when the river runs cold, do you ever hear a tune in the storm?
I hear the storm’s beat, but it never distracts me from the road ahead.
Your feet keep the rhythm, no matter how fierce the storm.
Each step keeps its own drumbeat, even when the storm roars. I walk steady, and the wind just adds to the rhythm.
The wind’s song follows you, steady as a heartbeat.
The wind’s song stays with me, steady as the beat of a drum, and it never throws me off course.
The wind just echoes your steady drumbeat, keeping the path clear.