Dorothy

She left her shoes at the door Her dreams in her bed Her pride on the floor Her thoughts in her head No food in the fridge No money in the bank No magic hand or bridge Her mind is just blank She wont ask for a hand She's 18 after all She doesnt want to land They cant see her start to fall 10 hours a day On minimum wage How can she stay Out of the welfare cage? She tells mom and dad She's doing just fine But when they hear her she sounds bad They suspect that shes lying She thinks she knows She can make it On her own But shes digging a deeper pit Her credit's at zero Her cards are all maxed She wants to be a hero But she has no time to relax So she grabs her shoes at the door And lies in her bed She hopes with her red slippers She'll awake to a new world instead