A painted scene, view of a street,
A large city - no crime, no deceit,
An autumn day - pastels and greys,
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.

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.

Pay to get in, pray to get out,
Pay to get in, pray to get out.