Running through the forest,
Was she being chased?
The path becomes more narrow,
The tress forbade any escape.
What was she looking for
In the dark realms of the wood?
Why did she believe that she could find love in the unforgiving forest?
That, my friend, is something I've truly never understood

Gypsy likes it when it rains
Teardrops wreck the sky coming from a better place
Liquid pain falling from an angel's face
Gypsy trembles under her velvet and lace

She found meaning in objects
Like Christians with crosses
Believed in their power
Without second thought.

Quilted maps attached with tape
Graph paper parachutes paper the room
The unknown is calling
Through 3 by 5 lens
These books brag the stories
That I’ve yet to live

My soul calls to the crashing waves,
Let me drift in you like withered wood,
Let me sleep in the glistening blue,
To wake up lost on foreign land,
To be free with you again.

My heart sings to the wild wind,
Carry me away with the gusting sand,
Carry me further and further away,
Lay me in the desert sun to feel,
To be free with you again.

My mind cries to these stone walls,
Crash down and let me go,
Crash around, fall to the ground
Let me see the beauty beyond your chains,
Let me be free by myself once again.