In the suburb down the hill
Underneath the golden town
Lives a worker with his folks,
Lives a dream left unknown.
He’s familiar with all the tales
Of the lucky stars in the sky,
Chosen talents leave this life,
Others remain to struggle.
Dropping out of school
His dad couldn’t pay the bills,
His mom couldn’t stay sober,
His brothers jailed for drugs
His sisters couldn’t shut their legs;
The pressure became stronger.
He sees this in his household,
Hates every minute out of it
But knows it is happening.
He’s the last one in the family
Not doomed by the poverty cycle,
Sure that the bottom is the start.
In the suburb down the hill
Walking in the golden town
Lives a worker with his folks,
From scratch is building a dream.
He knows the money isn’t much
Yet he’s learning all he can
And smiles with all his heart
Knowing he is making a difference.
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