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They call it wild

a life of the unordained

They bash 'just a child'

when they've been acting just the same.

And who's to know

what lives deep in my soul

'cus these scars only show

all you've been told

and the story goes...

and the story goes...

I've been walkin around

it's been just me

I meet people, but they don't know

what I've seen

'cus they're too plastered, too plastice

a little to lost in this physical plane traffic-

see, 

I've been astral, I've been extatic, I've seen the world

yeah I know what's happenin' knowing they can see,

I'm switching speeds. Doing my best, left the nest, this bird fly's free.

And who's to know 

what lives deep in my soul

'cus these scars only show

all you've been told

and the story goes...

and the story goes...

Lehigh Acres, Florida 2018