Attorney
Memories keep flooding from my past
they remind me of what I use to have
an unforgiving father
and a mother who cared
they both used attorneys to advocate for their share
attorneys, attorneys
such a pain and blessing
one day you're helping
The next destroying
but being an attorney can't be so bad
this is the job I wish I can have
to be an attorney and those in need
to never look back and fulfill my dream
to be an attorney would be just grand
I could change peoples lives and lend a hand
but opportunities will fly by and I will decline
because I'll just say
I'm going to be an attorney some day!
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