Good Things

If all good things
Are wild and free
What does that say
Of you and me?
To old to be wild
To old to be free
Held here by these
But maybe one day
We'll make up to find
Being wild and free
Is not about time
Or how much has passed
Or how old you are
Because wild and free
Both live in the heart.

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