Fly Away
Crooked politicians
Secret societies
A tank push of the most extreme measures
I sit back and I sing my blues
but I wish I could do no more than
fly away, fly away, fly
What happened to my youth
of innocence
The days when my eyes saw goodness
It's so dark now
endless wars, massacres and death
let me fly away, fly
I gave away a three thousand dollar guitar
branded with erased messages of hate
hate that stalks me and scares me
Can you come and breathe with me
let me feel your breath
and let us fly away, fly away, fly
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2024
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