People look at me But they don't see They say I am poor When they walk in my door I look around and say I see it another way I have a roof over my head Im not laying Outside dead I have food in my tummy Even if its not always yummy I have a van that runs Even if it loudly humms I have my angels that I love Even if they misbehave I have a family that loves me I wish you could see I am rich as can be Value is in the eye of the beholder I don't consider myself poor I have what I need so I am rich forever more