Work to live
If only I could
Give you a life,
One thats worth living,
One without strife,
I would.
If only my job
Became a career,
Then we would live,
Without fear,
Of living like Uncle Bob.
As you can see,
I can't promise aything.
But give me hope.
We will be rising.
A career will set us free.
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