To be decided

Concrete skies, are all she sees,
She has a wilderness disease,
She’s caught, on the horns,
Of a dilemma.
She has a wilderness disease,
But concrete skies, are all she sees,
And she has a wilderness disease,
All she sees, are concrete skies,
She is a wilderness child
And these, soda pop canyons,
Are about to, kill her wild,
And concrete skies, are all she sees,
And she has the wilderness disease,
And concrete skies, are all she sees,
She has a wilderness disease,
The world knows, her wilderness soul’s
Ultimate goal is, to embrace life,
Completely, before,
The light goes out,
All she sees, are concrete skies,
She is a wilderness child
And concrete skies, are all she sees,
She has a wilderness disease,
Concrete skies.