My dream is my job

Where I get to travel and creat and invent

Oh, no, no ,no, child

They say

No, you must get a job that makes money


Singers make money

And they do what I love

Oh, heaven's no 

They say

Be a doctor


Or writers

They do what I love

Oh darling. So young

They say

Like I don't know the world

Don't know what I want to do


You have no idea what's out their 

They say

Maybe you don't know what's in me 

I say

I want to change my life

Be more than the expected


Way above that


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