Food is Life
One job to save my life.
My life, is baking.
Food is my life.
Slaving in a hot kitchen, making something that will be gone in the hour.
But it's worth it, to make people happy.
This job, will save my life.
To open my own bakery
To see my families proud faces
To see my friends smiling at me
As I make them cakes and cookies
This job, will save my life.
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