One of those meant to be free
They say if you follow her when she wonders you’ll find her talking to trees

She’s one of those mysterious souls, always lost inside herself
Contemplating matters of existence, dreaming of metaphysical wealth

A place of paradise, where all is free of pain
A space that flourishes with the manically insane
A collection of minds feeding off debauchery
A gathering of souls to rebel the hypocrisy  

Armed with a mind full of soldiers, ready to win this war of expression
She knows it’s up to her to lead free the life she’s destined