I think I lost you,
Your free spirit has gone.
We might still be wandering
but your zeal is fading.
I think you are afraid.
Afraid of those you once knew.
Let me tell you, gypsy friend
It's they who should be afraid of you.
Do not let yourself be swallowed by fear,
Don't hide behind the norm.
The soul who once was so alive
Is still there, deep inside.
So dig deep to find her,
Dig deep to find that light.
Dig deep and hunt for the essence of you
Because your spirit will stand tall and fight.
Once again we will run wild my friend
we will breathe the essence of life.
We will fly,
We will swim.
We will love and we will dream.
Reach deep to find what you have lost
And you will never loose it again.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
I think I lost you,
Your free spirit has gone.
We might still be wandering
but your zeal is fading.
I think you are afraid.
Afraid of those you once knew.
Let me tell you, gypsy friend
It's they who should be afraid of you.
Do not let yourself be swallowed by fear,
Don't hide behind the norm.
The soul who once was so alive
Is still there, deep inside.
So dig deep to find her,
Dig deep to find that light.
Dig deep and hunt for the essence of you
Because your spirit will stand tall and fight.
Once again we will run wild my friend
we will breathe the essence of life.
We will fly,
We will swim.
We will love and we will dream.
Reach deep to find what you have lost
And you will never loose it again.