Is there an untamed place
Where mortals have no roads?
I’d like to find it if it’s there
Behind our concrete codes.
Will I have to walk some desert?
Or cross a mountain stream?
Can it be found in some dark hole?
A nightmare, or a dream?
Your kingdom unmapped remains;
Your heart opened, unchained.
If I spent a moment there
I would not live half dead again.
So please take away my blinders
Whether stained glass or sin-black.
I want to see you once more clearly,
I want the wild back.
