A World of Love and Peace
A wind in my face,
a breeze at my back,
the grass at my heels,
I mustn't go back.
Back to the real world of
violence,
and kills.
I mustn't go back
where the city
smokes, polluting our
beautiful air.
I mustn't go back to the real world
of hate.
I must stay here, in the
safety of my
dreams
where there isnt a problem
or
worry.
Copyright © Ellen Peterson | Year Posted 2005
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