If I could slip out the side I would
of this old dusty dress too tight no good
and run off naked in the night's warm breeze
to a moonlit shore, fall down on my knees
and pray the old gods take me then and there
to some other place where I shan't have no cares
of this land's burning, fires of greed and hate
far from the crush of men who just won't wait
to get inside a box and shoot at speed
to their metal cages so that they can feed
the monsters of this crazy time
while thinking things are all just fine
but I'm laced too tight by my own fears
that fight this heart's aching grief, these tears
so my despair I try to ignore
and lose all hope of finding freedom's door
still some times at night I hear a tune
emerge from the starry sky and moon
and in my dreams I find release
in a land of truth, love and peace
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