Simple Life Dream
I fight and drag myself to class day after day,
Miserable and daydreaming about how I want life to really be.
The only way to make money they say,
Is to go to school and get a degree.
Maybe I don’t want a lavish life,
Maybe I’d rather keep it old fashion and plain.
Working hard as a stay at home mother and wife,
Lots of kids on a farm walking up and down the lane.
They say it’s impractical but to me it is a gem,
For now I drag my butt to class because that is what they say,
You will see, I’m going to show them,
I’m going to live that life one day.
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