Feral Child With wild in her eyes, is a wild at heart, No places to stay, no places to start, But when the#moonawakens and the sky falls asleep, Our young wild will never need a key. Blackness in her eyes, blackness in her soul, Galloping around like a horse's foal, People will look and people will stare, But our young wild will never care. Running through the night, feeling alive, She will be having the time of her #life, But the sky awakens and the sun rises up, And our young wild knows that her time is up. The hunt begins, no time to lose, Our young wild is running from you, But the guns will rise and the bullets fly out, And our little wild cries out. Her time was not used very wisely, But the hunt was here and it would not end nicely, Some people will cheer and some will cry, Remembering our little wild as she died. But our little wild was more than wild, our little wild was a feral child.