| Wild One |
| Under what is seen is the mark of rebellious youth, Deep and hidden you'll find its ultimate truth. It's just ink under the skin. The truth can only be found within. A crude heart and rough cross artfully covered by a master. The sixteen year old never considered that youth would pass her. A rose and a tiny butterfly hide the impulsiveness of fifteen. The eighteen year old wishes to beautify what is seen. "Wild One" curves underneath the rose so bold. The double atandre' is a joke by the twenty year old. She's a Wild One with an angel's face A woman child in a state of grace She was three years old on her daddy's knee He said, "You can be anything you want to be!" Impulsiveness has not completely passed her by. She still does things that make her ask why. Her ink serves as a constant reminder, That trouble can always find her. Now at nearly thirty she smiles at her impulsive youth. She recognizes that "Wild One" will always be her truth. * I wrote this in early 2006 about my tattoos and the story behind them. I hope Faith Hill doesn't mind my borrowing the chorus of her song but it's really part of my story.* |