Cannibal threw up his hands 👐

[Verse 1] The weary cannibal, his hands to the sky, In a world so full, yet alone he cries. He craves a shift, for truths that lie, Beyond the flesh, to the soul that flies. Through the wilds he roams, where the lost disperse, In search of meaning, the universe to traverse. Not a fiend, but a seeker, his curse to reverse, For a bond, a purpose, in the cosmic verse. [Verse 2] He sheds the past, the labels that scar, Yearns for a fresh start, from near and far. No more a dweller in the dark, ajar, He steps forth in light, removing the bar. In the throng, his essence commands, A silent melody, no reprimands. His call for harmony, with open hands, Uniting threads, in life's vast lands. [Verse 3] To distant shores, his spirit spans, Sowing words, nurturing plans. In the global tribe, he finally lands, Finding his role, his destiny fans. [Verse 4] Each soul's an isle, yet bridges connect, Over waters that part, our spirits reflect. He discovers love's dialect, to protect, The heart's wide reach, its effect to perfect. [Verse 5] In life's grand feast, he finds his peace, No longer the beast, in harmony's lease. A cannibal no more, on love he'll feast, The weary soul's journey, at last, has ceased. [Verse 6] From shadows to light, his spirit ascends, In the heart's pure glow, the darkness ends. A seeker of sunsets, where sky blends, The cannibal's tale, to the stars extends.