Wild women run beneath the pain, beneath the strain and suffering. They roam patiently, untamed yet subdued, like a wild flower waits for the rain in June.
In baron lands not so distant, far and vast, these wild women wait for you to uncover what you left in your past.
They guard your treasure, passion and pleasure. Fierce, wild and strong these women are your friends lifelong.
Beneath the heartache, torment and pain they patiently wait for you so you can become whole again.
Wild women run on planes, where we search for what remains.
Fierce fires burn what torments us, but these women, so wild, have no fear, so strong, never riled, they hold stead fast and wait because they've been trusted with our fate.
They trust that we will find a way, they trust that we will come home, they trust we'll seek what's seeking us, do the wild women that roam,
These women they are watching us, they feel our every move, they are patient, kind, they are us, they are you, these wild women, know no boundaries, they will fight until the end,
The end, when you mend,
These women are conditioned only to defend, the treasure that you are seeking forever they will tend,
Go now, go find her, your wild women for she is waiting, roaming patiently, go now start creating.