A/N - A man researching my grandmother's maiden name came and visited us, and told us how we may be descendants of a Gypsy King, and I've been thinking about that lately. It inspired this.

I want to be a Gypsy

and roam away from here

I want to run, and live and die,

Not being part of this world we've made

I want to be a Gypsy

Finding love as I go

I want to live so much it hurts

I want to be alone

I want to be a Gypsy

and not care when I leave

I want to be free, and run away

Never thinking of the road behind

I want to be a Gypsy

I crave the wanderings of the past

I want to see everything

and let everything change me

I want to be a Gypsy

but I know I cannot be

I want to be a Gypsy

But life won't let me.

I want to be a Gypsy,

but they live in my ancestor's pasts

I claim their spirit as mine

and a Gypsy I shall be.