She runs wild, yes, but is she really free?
She's full of mystery and secrets, and constantly wonders why loved ones are so hard to please.
She craves her love, she craves random hugs, but the craving is never given back.
That'll never stop her, she has so much spirit, she could never be truly sad.
Once in her life she craved a home. Going from roof to roof and with each new stranger she left behind, she'd lose a bit of hope.
She eventually learned we ourselves are our own homes.
She stays up late curious about how curiosity works.
She stays up late hoping happiness will fulfill the emptiness.
So many questions, always knowing a new day nearby lurks.
With each passing day she's restless to know, but what she doesn't and could never know is this;
She is secretly admired.
She will always run wild.
But truly free from her mind is what she will never be.