Away From Here
In this world nothing is free
Even the air we breathe seems to have price
Even love is for sale
though I hate to agree
Here, nothing is constant
Nobody is permanent
They all vanish in an instant
A place where money is made god
Where everything is bought
And good things are truly bad
I want a place somewhere
Where money has no power
and love is free
Just somewhere away from here
Copyright © Karen Da | Year Posted 2018
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