This world isn’t meant for Wild Souls,
For people who play a rebellious role,
For an act as strong as an independent thought,
Cannot be sold and cannot be bought.
How will such souls be moulded at will?
How will they forge what they cannot drill?
And if a price cannot be put on someone’s art,
Not much can be done to corrupt their heart.
Wild souls, they may work up a storm,
Cause clamour and clatter and a chaotic reform!
But in the end they’ll be silenced, these untamed ones,
Yet the legacy they began, in other wild hearts, it runs.