Still Life Of Peace - Galactic Cowboys

A painted scene view of a street

A large city, no crime, no deceit

An autumn day pastels and grace

Buildings loom ominous, hold them at bay

The image haunts though no one wants

Caged in serenity as freedom taunts

Always an autumn day pastel and grey

Can’t reach the buildings holding me at bay

Pay to get in, Pray to get out

Now that you’re in, let me out

See the wind blows everything’s frozen

Still life of peace a life they’ve chosen

Wanting the wind, the snow or the sun

Trade in freedom for a world that has none