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Wild child, what is your upbringing?

Why are you always running free?

I see you high up on the hills

Racing, always racing, wildly.



In the eve, when winds are gusting

And grey clouds scud over the sky,

I look out from my living room

And see you fleeing up on high.



Wild child ,what are you fleeing from?

Can I come to your assistance?

I am disturbed to see you there

Silhouetted in the distance.



Wild child.