I was born free and that will never changeIt will never be taken away from meSo I′ll live my life in search of that which makes me most alive.My roof is the open skies, my bed is within these rootsI have no home, my home is in the land I roamI am a gypsy soul wandering free and boldI am a gypsy soul my spirit is life times oldI am a gypsy soul and I've been here beforeAnd I′ll come back again and againI am a gypsy soul wandering free and boldWandering free and bold.
December 5, 2024 · 1 min · 6 words · Christopher Miller