The People Who Raised Me

I've been the wild one

I've run through the streets and I've suffered

I've been the quiet one

Sequestered and smothered

But I won't mind no time spent to save me

Just trying to be good to the people who raised me

And glide through life without a meaning

On trails torn up between clouds and turf

I've wished for you for what it's worth

And I want to visit on the wind

It's been a strong year

With a bright, bright sun

From here the past looks cold

And the future seems a promising one