A gypsy is born
with a path and a goal
to be independent
both body and soul

She possesses the key
to a door she must find
She's the keeper of freedom
and the last of her kind

She dances in darkness
In shadows she'll stay
From a black and white world
on a quest to find gray

She is lead by the moon
as she ventures the ground
In the sea of society
she's destined to drown

She's flirting with danger
an explicit desire
Like a young, naive child
who's entranced by the fire

The path of the gypsy
is a path no map knows
She comes with the breeze
and, just as easily, she goes