Every morning
same old rush
gather my things
catch the bus

Off to toil
for my bread
while you lie in your bed

But that is not  
the life for me
I must look after
your endless needs

To what end
I ask myself
for all i do
my will must bend

I hang my head
when I have heard
your scathing words
that seem absurd

I bite my tounge
and curse inward
far to often on the verge

To leave you here
for all to see
I've done my time
my mind is free