by Cj Mitchell

Created on: April 06, 2009

Gypsy

Born to wander a thumb in the air
visiting places that most wouldn't dare,
Roamer, traveler, wandering jewel
prodigal daughter, thought that was cool.
A loner, a nomad without any claim
so long ago when I lost my name,
Miles to go on my two aching feet
I'll search every trail and follow the beat.
The beat, the skip, the jump in my heart
where will it finish, when did it start,
An innocent child a pilgrim in life
looking for peace, and finding the strife.
A dream, a hope, the fading of light
into the angry abyss of the night,
Born to wander a thumb in the air
visiting places that most wouldn't dare.

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