Wild One
I’m one the of wild
Nature’s child
Ours find comfort
With the tall brick walls
of the schools, the shops and malls
I find comfort in the wind and trees
The birds and the bee’s
I’m one the of wild
Nature’s child
They tell me sit down
To stay in place
To calm down
They wonder why i’m not like the others
Who are litttle copies of one another
I’m one the of wild
Nature’s child
But there’s a place
A place i can go
A place where wild things roam
There I’m no longer alone
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