a little messy, a little wild, a bit crazy, makes me feel like a child
my path
crooked, with turns and meadows, chaos thats always somehow gentle
my path
love beaming from the sky, bare feet touching dirt
my path
misunderstanding bystanders, while I keep loving regardless
my path
echoed screams of everyone who’s ever been silenced, finally free, while I walk
my path
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