Trails

Dancing through the fire Dancing through the flame All you saw was blonde hair And a small statured frame Before I'd never question you You'd have the final say Using your authority To paint me in the wrong shade I am a nomad I am a nomad I won't be dismissed quietly Like you expect for all women Dancing through the rivers Bathing in our cloth You call me to water's edge Pulling wool over my eyes Wool over my eyes Wool over my eyes Then you run out of sight I am a nomad I am a nomad I won't be dismissed quietly Like you expect for all women All you need is a match and seat On the forest ground tonight, honey All you see is the make believe Wandering past your door Wandering past your door --- Trails - Kirsten Ludwig