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
It’s been a strong year
With a bright, bright sun
And from here the past looks cold
And the future seems a promising one
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 wish for you, for what it’s worth
And I want to visit on the wind
And I want to visit on the wind