You’re in
love with her wild spirit,
Her relation with life,
For you share the same passion,
And for freedom you strive,
So you leave her with no sign of compassion,
Convincing yourself to forget it.
But when
you sit there alone wondering,
You know her spirit will never leave your mind,
A beautiful memory,
Of the love there is to find,
Doesn't matter if it’s momentarily,
For you know you have to keep on wandering.