Heather

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

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