Life's a wild child true and unbridled, mysteriously beautiful. It runs amiss with careless feet, through our worlds. Life's a wild child cruel and unkind, with a will so strong that it controls minds. The minds of those without self expression. Life's a wild child enlightening and bright. It sets us free from depressions chains, only to remain complicated and always misunderstood. Life's a wild child, lonely and cold. Its eyes are icey blue and stop us in our tracks, ultimately bringing us back into it's lingering grasp.