My body holds the memory of returning to the dirt of the Earth
She can return to the memory of grass-stained knees and sand-filled hair
She can return to the opening in my hips that allow these legs to stretch long and take
Bounding strides
She can return to arms spread wide enough to embrace the Sky
And returning to that memory only requires that I listen to the sweet girl inside
The one who is discontent with sterilized beauty and sanitized pride
The one who calls me to remember that I am a child of the Earth, the Seas, and the Heavens
And that not even my own mind can tame that which lives within
Not even, not ever
So I trust the words that my feet speak as they dance barefoot across open lands, singing
This Spirit, this Spirit will remain forever wild
You are forever wild, my child, my child, my child
Come back, come back, come back and remember
Come back, come back, come back and remember
What you are
Forever, forever, forever
Forever Wild
Forever, forever, forever