Wild Born
*Everything is here,
*Just the way it was,
*It wasn't my best,
*Still we tried of course,
*To change it,
*Into something we could call our own,
*So you will never need,
*I will never need,
*We would never need to be runnin' home...
*But if you want to chase- a place a face,
*For something you can put your finger on,
*Just so you can tell yourself,
*That this is where it all went wrong.
*I will take the fake and I will break it,
*Like the spirit of a captured Wild born...
*And leave it lying motionless,
*Lost and lifeless in the dirt,
*It's not worth the hurt,
*To continue holdin' on,
*To the Wild Born...
*So if you want to chase- a place a face,
*For the something you can put your finger on,
*So you can tell yourself,
*That this is where it all went wrong....
*I will take the fake and I will break it,
*Like the spirit of a captured Wild born...
*And leave it lying motionless,
*Lost and lifeless in the dirt,
*It's not worth the hurt,
*To continue holdin' on,
*To the Wild Born...
*Everything is here,
*Just the way it was,
*It wasn't my best,
*Still we tried of course,
*To change it,
*From the Wild Born,
*Of the kemekazi war...
Copyright © Ryan Harris | Year Posted 2013
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