Walking alone down a dusty, dry road
Feeling the wind blowing in my face
Running wild through the cracked, red field
Smelling the air full of flowers and spring
Going into the woods by myself
Hearing the songs of birds and barks of dogs
Wondering and wandering and thinking
Ah, the glory of being free
Free range chickens, free range girl
Talking to birds, opossums, squirrels, and trees
I can go where I want
Do what I want
Say what I want
A wild loner
But, you know I miss you
Wild loner, but
Terribly alone
So, I'll just wait for you.
Second photo by Josh
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