Dear Lord

Dear Lord,

They are asking that million dollar question, again:

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to be Wonder Woman; be all that I can be…

Sometimes I feel like somebody’s watching me.

Or am I going insane riding in that invisible plane?

Maybe I’ll grace the big screen like Pam Grier…

So you can hear music in the background ~

Whenever I’m near, times ticking, act now.

Melodies and beauty, can I ever know, truly?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to rise above. Can I break the cycle?

Gotta choose to do the right thing for me.

Cause they gotta see something different.

Accept nothing less than self-sufficient.

Better listen to the words of the elders.

The pain of their mistakes breaks my heart. Torn~

Apart trying to answer that million dollar question:

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Dear Lord.

 

 

 

 

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