People Who Raised Me

	I've been the wild one
	I've run through the streets and
	I've suffered
	I've been the quiet one
	Sequestered and smothered
	But I won't mind no time spent to save me
	Just trying to be good to the people who raised me
	And glide through life without a meaning
	On trails torn up between clouds and turf
	I've wished for you for what it's worth
	And I want to visit on the wind
	It's been a strong year
	With a bright, bright sun
	From here the past looks cold
	And the future seems a promising one