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The hills were alive with wildflowers,
And I was wild, even wilder than they,
For at least I could run;
They just died in the sun,
And I refused to just wither in place.
Just a wild mountain rose,
Needing freedom to grow,
So I ran fearing not where I'd go;
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive,
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.
And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew,
Were content to be lost in the crowd,
They were common and close;
I had no room for growth,
And I wanted so much to branch out.
I uprooted myself from my home ground and left,
Took my dreams and I took to the road;
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive,
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.
I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right,
In a garden so different from me;
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone,
So the garden, one day, set me free.
I hitched a ride with the wind,
And since he was my friend,
I just let him decide where we'd go;
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive,
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.
Just a wild mountain rose,
Needing freedom to grow,
So I ran fearing not where I'd go;
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive,
Wildflowers don't care where they grow.
