In the wild

Running savages

but my boy sings

strange song for foreigners

but true for me

Hidding in the depth

the savages run

and start a new game for God.

Savages jump

they try to scape

new places of joy

thats what they get

witgh great rivers

and sun pasing throught the leaves

a beuty shows

Shy but strong enough to call atention

is the wild orchid

glimmering like a purple promise

for my singing boy.