Dancing spirit, set me free. I like to wander and sit under trees. Cool breeze in hair, guitar in hand. Photo after photo scattered around, here I sit waiting for my true love so that I can be found. Up and down the streets I go, one hundred fourteen miles from my home. Days go by and then I see familiar faces hugging me. A party with friends and family alike, letting the music carry me into the night.
My Aunt has been found.
Peace is in my heart.