though i was born far in the north,
my heart longs to the south.
i’ll clean my fridge, i’ll burn the bridge
and leave my fears and doubts.
i’ll move into a shaky house
somewhere on the seashore,
and let them think that i’m a freak
or some romantic bore.
i long for heart of mother earth,
for land of wild and free.
there’s no religion that i trust,
no god that I believe.
i’ll spend my life in desperate search
for truth that life can give.
go share your doubts with men of church -
i’ll drown mine in the sea.
i’ll die so far away from here,
too far from so called home.
and then, my friend, don’t cry for me,
i want to die alone.
wild child
© Copyright: Катя Неместная, 2010
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