This is one of those scribblings in a journal from a couple years ago that wouldn't leave me alone. First I just had some of the words and I sang them on a porch for someone who I don't think liked it very much. But even then, I didn't care. This is one of those songs that I never cared what anyone thought about it and still don't really. In it, I affirm my right to go into the wilderness to figure out who I really am. I affirm my right to run away, when necessary. And yours, too.
I am ready for the wilderness
And I am not ashamed
I cannot be tamed
I'm not done
I've found some kindness in the wilderness
Wild mothers pour their gifts
I want to give you some of this
When you come
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
Runnin' away and runnin' towards
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
So come and find me in the wilderness
I am drinking from this spring
I am taking everything as it comes
There's forgiveness in the wilderness
My arms around this oak
The trees become my cloak
and I run
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
Runnin' away and runnin' towards
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
And I don't know where I'm going but that's okay
I don't know where I going but that's okay
Step by step I'm finding my way
I'm not hiding in the wilderness
I am gathering some food
I am searching out the clues to
where I'm from
There is darkness in the wilderness
but I can hear my voice
better without the noise
and the sun
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
Runnin' away and runnin' towards
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
I am runnin' away and runnin' towards
I don't know where I going but that's okay
Step by step I'm finding my way
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