Standing on a bridge
Crying to the wolves
She suddenly doesn’t feel alone
Free, as they are, she was born to roam
She follows trails of her own
Calling these woods her home
Talking to waterfalls
You can see the leaves in her hair
The dirt on the dress she wears
Running free without any cares
The universe is her place
Heather you’ll never be alone
The wolves will follow you there
In the deep forest with no fear
You are free to be your own
Stranger Paths 