Worked hard, with little sleep
To reach my goal
A taste, that should of been sweet
Messed up...two years down I went
Time is gone
Worth more than money that was
Bent
I came close..
Maybe another chance
To reach my goal
So, I can own the dance

God, if you hear my prayers
Can you get me some overtime
Higher pay...I'll dance like Fred Alistair
Point me in the direction
I am suppose to go
Will follow you faithfully
Promise to not let go

One day at a time
Minutes to play...
Tired of being broken
Need to fix the display
Maybe next year, will my goal
Come into play
© Cynthia Inouye-Sakacs