Trapped entwined in laws not mine, i stand still in a home inclined.
The camp not moving stuck in bricks, all due to their nasty tricks.
Unable to bind a love to cart, so does speak my gypsy heart.
Their ways aren't mine but to confess, the internet and tv i can't do with less.
But the prices of a stroke are left, their laws to my traveling soul a theft.
But never mind the hate and fall, but i decide it's my natures call.
The parties allow me to see, and the fires i dance around thee.
Lift me up from the sky, and allow my gypsy soul to fly.
Like an eagle soaring up above, to the freedom that i love.
My horse and cat is all i need, a gypsies soul trapped by corporate greed.
Take the stand and i stay tall, but never ever shall i curl up as a ball.
©emilylewis
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