Let me go wild.
Let me fling off my shoes. I'm tired of being polite.
I'm tired of being weighted by the world I said. No more penning in emotions.
No more knocking out the animal in me. I'm off to the mountain side.
I'm swimming in the brook.

Now I can let my passion flow from the mist. Only love when love comes.
Maybe not always.
Is there enough touch of heaven left in me So kindness will just flow.
No more being bruised from the world. Wind, water and snow do help me grow up.