i wanna touch the earth
i wanna break it in my hands
i wanna grow something wild and unruly

i wanna sleep on the hard ground
in the comfort of your arms
on a pillow of bluebonnets
in a blanket made of stars

i wanna walk and not run
i wanna skip and not fall
i wanna look at the horizon
and not see a building standing tall

i wanna be the only one
for miles and miles
except for maybe you
and your simple smile

~ dixie chicks said it all in a song

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