Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.
Baby, I'm not afraid. I've been to hell and back. I'm a free spirit, a wild child and a renegade.
Dortchen was called the wild one because one day, when she was seven years old, she had got lost in the forest. She had wandered off to a far-distant glade where a willow tree trailed its branches in...
Wildflower; pick up your pretty little head, It will get easier, your dreams are not dead.
How wrong we are to ignore our hearts to follow the familiar path.
What if everything you have been taught is all a lie and everything you feel is all a truth?