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
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
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
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