Wild Heart

March 5, 2008
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I dream of breakfest in Rome.
I think of running with the wind.
I talk about driving to the horizine.
I tell people my plans.
They say I have an wild heart.
My wild heart is my map.
My compase.
My wild heart is leading me.
It will wake me up in Rome.
It will move my feet with the wind.
It will lead me to the horizine.
My wild heart is who I am.





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