wild.

the hills were alive with wildflowers and i was as wild, even wilder, than they. for at least i could run, they just died in the sun, and i refused to just wither in place.

just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow... so i ran fearing not where i'd go. when a flower grows wild it can always survive, wildflowers don't care where they grow. 

and the flowers i knew in the fields where i grew were content to be lost in the crowd. they were common and close, i had no room for growth, i wanted so much to branch out.

i uprooted myself from home ground and left... took my dreams and i took to the road. when a flower grows wild it can always survive, wildflowers don't care where they grow.

i grew up fast and wild and i never felt right in a garden so different from me. i just never belonged, i just longed to be gone. so the garden, one day, set me free. 

hitched a ride with the wind and, since he was my friend, i just let him decide where we'd go. when a flower grows wild it can always survive, wildflowers don't care where they grow.