She has this need to be among wild things.
She sleeps in a den of wildroses,
So that their scent will rub off on her.
She makes her own path in the woods,
Where no one else would dare to tread.

She has to be among things as wild as her,
Where she won't have to realize that she is so different.
One of societies outcasts,
Because she is some unearthly thing.
Eyes of mischeif,
And a voice as powerful as the sea.
No one can tame this wild-eyed beauty.

She's run away to places that no one seems to care for anymore,
She's run so that she can be among kindred spirits.
Talking with the darkness,
Where no one ever answers,
She cannot help but feel even more alone.

Running into the cycle of life's betrayal and sorrow,
She has lost her youthful innocence.
She's like an angel without wings.
So like a ghost,
Who has lost her way long ago,
She wanders from place to place,
Searching for her soul.
 
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