Zywa On the run

If only we were invisible
free from obligations
not in this glass house

I miss people
who care about me, mama
like you, mama, you

     When I get out of here
     I don't need anything
     but friends around me

The contracts have been signed
they shattered the glass
and the sun shines on us again

Yet we run off
we are free and run away
from greed and applause

     Now that we have escaped
     we don't need anything
     but friends around us

Poem 4622
Amsterdam, 2022-08-22

Band on the run (Paul McCartney & Wings)
Song (album "Band on the run")
Collection: Lilith's Powers 
Keyword: Honour / Fame 
Tribute to: McCartney, Paul 
Tribute to: Wings 
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