Caught in economic turmoil
A young girl walks through the rain
But far away, she dreams
She dreams of a happy life
One not plagued by hurt and pains
She dreams of a happy family
One day she would have
She imagines herself
In a beautiful house
With white picket fences
All around
She dreams of beating the odds
And to become a great attorney
Probably some day she’ll return
And fight for her people
Ice cream and cake are but just a myth
She dreams of one day having a taste
Instead of the cry bean cake
She dreams of one day driving
Taking a soothing cruise
“My Children will never walk”
30 miles a day
Water will flow clear and free
She’ll take 3 baths a day
And for once, there will be light
So she could watch those funny Ads.
“I will make it and I will survive!”
My dreams I will attain
I will acquire what I desire
And though I fail, I will never retire!
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