Within the veins of every soul,
A crimson river runs its course,
It carries life, it makes us whole,
A silent, yet relentless force.
Through trials and through triumphs bold,
It nourishes our deepest core,
A story of the young and old,
Of those who came and those before.
In shadows dark and light pristine,
It pulses with a rhythmic beat,
Connecting all with ties unseen,
A bond that time canât ever defeat.
So let us honor this red tide,
That flows within us day and night,
For in its depths our truths reside,
A testament to lifeâs great might.