They will never understand you,
Though they say they try.
You have a gypsy heart,
But your caged on the inside.
The ocean is more like home,
Feel its waters cleanse your soul deep beneath your bones,
And open the eyes of a body who has gone numb.
Rising with the tide,
You do not break stride,
Making your way to the shore,
You can finally let go.
Suddenly the fear of straying from the path does not seem so bad,
Dancing in the moonlight,
Many wonder if you have gone mad,
You can only laugh because you can see through their masks.