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 quite one,
Sequestered and smothered
But I wont 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 wont 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 wished for you, for what it's worth and I
Want to visit on the wind, I want to visit on the wind