Gypsy Soul

There's a breeze that blows and on it goes until it reaches a lost one

She's the driving force, a guiding light of sorts, competition for the sun

Beautifully free, no boundaries, no nothing, float away

She's the teacher, you're the student, I hope you don't learn too late

A gypsy soul made of fool's gold and a heart as hard as nails

She'll push you down to pick you off the ground, she's the wind in her own sails

It's a wide world and how will life unfurl when you're living in your mind?

It's only with that gypsy wind you'll have the chance to open your eyes

Scenes of life unfolding, I've been holding myself back

I was shown the way, I wish that I could say I didn't wander from that path