For the Celestial Blood Contest number 7 "Wild"
I am the wild child
I run like the wind
My feet barely even touching the ground
I feel like a bird
I feel that if I run fast enough that I'll leave the ground
And start to fly
I am the wild child
Making so much noise
So that the whole world can hear me
I am my own musician
I am the wild child
My spirit is so big it can not be contained
Nothing can stop me
From being wild
From being free
For the wild child is a spirit
Granted only to a special few
Granted to those
Whose body's can carry
The soul of a wild animal
