In the quiet chambers of the heart’s embrace,
Blood whispers tales of life’s gentle grace.
A river red beneath the skin’s pale glow,
A silent symphony only life can know.

Through winding paths it finds its secret way,
A dance of crimson in the light of day.
With every beat, a promise to renew,
A cycle endless, old yet ever true.

Beneath the surface, stories intertwine,
Of courage, strength, and dreams divine.
A pulse that carries hope through time’s vast sea,
In every drop, a world of mystery.

O blood, the silent keeper of our lore,
In your embrace, we find what we adore.
An endless journey in the flesh’s core,
A vital rhythm we cannot ignore.