You stand so aloof
I guess that why your digimon's a wolf
Golden hair moving in the breeze
But those ice blue eyes of yours can freeze.
I know that you've been hurt
and your afraid that I too might desert
That's why you pretend that you don't care.
Although I can see behind that stare
They ignored you day after day,
while you pretended you didn't hear what they would say.
Then they tore you up and threw you on the ground,
but in music your roots another hold found.
My golden wildflower among the weeds
I can only hope that you'll follow where your heart leads.