FREE SPIRIT
FREE SPIRIT
If only I knew me when I was young,
my wits were all that I had.
Free to roam, I was seldom at home,
unwanted, unwatched, but not sad.
I felt so free when I couldn't be caught.
I learned to live off of the land.
They stopped searching one day, when I ran away,
so I never went back there again.
I learned the hard way, most of my life.
The lone wolf's freedom is earned.
I sold my trust for beauty and lust.
My freedom had a price, so I learned.
A man with a code, neither borrowed nor owed,
by his own rules he's free to play,
not hand-me-downs from a moral ghost town,
his righteous path whence he'll not stray.
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