All my hopes (are in this field now)
with pattence dont hurry wait (for the fruits)
and never an encourange but theres always someone
to mark the mistakes...
and I barefoot and away of thorns and my wounds
and my wounds never heal, never heal, never heal
its another year linig wild!
All my hopes (are in this field now)
with pattence dont hurry wait (for the fruits)
and never an encourange but theres always someone
to mark the mistakes...
and I barefoot and away of thorns and my wounds
and my wounds never heal, never heal, never heal
its another year linig wild!
I barefoot and away of thorns and my wounds
never heal never heal never heal
In this world Im living wild! wooh oh oh oh ...
