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