My True Treasure

I've been dreaming of some money
And all the pain it brings

I don't seek wealth and riches
New cars and diamond rings

But each week I buy a ticket
Make wishes, dreams and hope

Address it to your mother
In a lucky envelope

And if the God's can hear me
Through my praying and the tears
They'll give us six kind numbers
to wash away our fear

Then I'll post it to your mother
when you are in my care
she can have the whole dam thing
And be a millionaire
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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