Little Wild Thing

I was a little wild thing, somewhere deep beneath

With a wild little sword that never left the sheath

I built a home for fairies, in hopes that they would come

And went running through the trees while catching at the sun

I tried to grow up tall and strong, beautiful and wise

But then I grew afraid, so I taught myself to fight

I built a home for battle, inside of my own soul

And shored up all the strongholds that left my wild whole

I was born to hate the lies that lived between my skin

And every living thing in this world I was in

I built a home for weeping, somewhere I could breathe

With all these broken things, a heart must learn to grieve

I somehow gave up dancing, ‘til I became quite still

Then in that awful stillness, my eyes began to heal

So I built a home for freedom, with windows everywhere

And danced myself right out the door, and into open air

I am a little wild thing, all wrapped up in rain

Dreaming of the starlight, and fire through my veins

I build a home for fairies, in hopes that they will come

And go running through the trees while catching at the sun