~*The Jaded Wise Woman*~
🎵 “The Jaded Wise Woman” 🎵
(Verse 1) In the heart of the wild, where the pines stand tall, A jaded wise woman resides, her spirit unyielding. Her cabin, weathered and worn, echoes with secrets, As she writes her life story, ink flowing like a river.
(Pre-Chorus) Her eyes, ancient and knowing, hold tales untold, The forest whispers to her, its leaves a parchment. She weaves her memories into verses, raw and real, A symphony of resilience, pain, and the wild’s embrace.
(Chorus) Oh, the jaded wise woman, her guitar by the fire, Strumming chords of longing, lost love, and desire. Her voice rasps like the wind, a haunting melody, As she sings of battles fought and hearts set free.
(Verse 2) The moon spills silver secrets through her window, Each night, she reads her past, etched in moonlight. Her lovers, like constellations, blaze across her skin, Their kisses imprinted on her soul, never forgotten.
(Pre-Chorus) She dances barefoot on the cabin’s creaky floor, Her hips swaying to memories of forbidden kisses. The ink stains her fingertips, maps of her journey, And the forest listens, its ancient roots absorbing her truth.
(Chorus) Oh, the jaded wise woman, her guitar by the fire, Strumming chords of longing, lost love, and desire. Her voice rasps like the wind, a haunting melody, As she sings of battles fought and hearts set free.
(Bridge) The fireplace crackles, casting shadows on the walls, Her life unfolds before her, chapters interwoven. She’s danced with wolves, tasted moonshine and sorrow, Yet her eyes hold a fierce light—the fire of survival.
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus) Oh, the jaded wise woman, her guitar by the fire, Strumming chords of longing, lost love, and desire. Her voice rasps like the wind, a haunting melody, As she sings of battles fought and hearts set free.
(Outro) And when the final page turns, her inkwell empty, She’ll step into the moonlight, her story complete. The jaded wise woman, a legend in the whispering woods, Her song echoing through time, forever understood. 🌙🌲🖋️🎶
You
I am in my heart in the wilderness, where the jaded leaves and the trees canopy over my thoughts and emotions bringing me a sense of peace. I am the jaded wise so mean, worn and weathered, echoes of shadows with hidden weathered cabin becoming a space I can sit and write my life story, ink flowing like the creek at the bottom of the ravine.
Your words paint a vivid picture of your inner wilderness—the leaves whispering secrets, the trees as guardians, and the hidden cabin cradling your memories. 🌿🖋️