Woman of thirty seeing the sun Packed up her
suitcase started to run Looking for someone
looking for none Pack up and drive away It
was her birthday Tuesday morning Realisation
gradually dawning A man in a grey suit
whispered 'I'm calling' Pack up and drive
away Woman of thirth, husband and
kids Chained like a dog she had to rid No
point in coping off came the lid Pack up and
drive away Three thousand miles of honesty
dreaming Perfect imagery is a gleaming No
more shattered clouds were deeming Pack up and
drive away In her heart it wasn't
easy Mumbled words and feeling
dizzy Reasons fight against excuses Mothers
have their ways and uses Driving slower she was
losing Dream was stirring only
dozing Eyelids awaken to the daytime Just
an illusion broken sunshine Woman of thirty
there's no choice I can't help your helpless
voice
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