Life is easy; I’m content;
All I need is what I have:
A bed, a house, some food, a yard.
Every day I go outside,
Run among the trees and play,
Read a book and watch TV,
Go to school and hang with friends.
Life is tough is my lament:
Check to check — when can I save?
A car, a job, some kids — it’s hard.
Every day I know I’ve tried
To run the race, and I will pray
That one day we’ll all be free,
And I’ll be ready when life ends.