One job
One job my job could one day change my llife
set me up with a nice house, two kids, and a wife.
But it's not about me and how my life would change
its about the lives that I could arrange
Through biomedical engineering I could one day assist
the veteran on the corner who lost his hand at the wrist
by combining man and machine into one
So many veterans injuries could be undone
just think one day about helping this man
until I have the teaching I need I'll do what I can
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