Send me away to Moscow or Vienna
To avoid the collapse of an era
You never did ask me
How it was I felt about being free?  
Everyday slaving away to find the comfort
Of a bottle in a set of three
Walking through the night
Followed by screams of ‘I am right’
The vision you seek is narrow and tainted
Do you not see that Life is what is painted?
Look beyond yourself when you are sailing
Remember that instead of failing
To think of me when you are liberated
From the bonds of the antiquated
My faith in you does dwindle
We circle around within a spindle  
The thread getting torn
Moving farther into the forlorn
What about childhood did not feel right?
Instead of loving me we fight
We can walk hand in hand
And play like children in the sand
If you would only apologize
And throw out this awful guise  
We can sway like poppies in the summer
Quietly holding onto each other
That is what I long for
For without you life is just a bore