Some, Others and Me

Some get the talent, Some get the good looks, An some buy raffel tickets, To win frozen chooks. Some get the good luck, Some get their true love, An some get the cards the're delt, And a soul they can sell. Others get what's just not enough, What's a road if the road's not rough, Others get somewhat, Some what of whatever they may choose, What to choose? A pair of shoes, To smooth the road ahead. Some they get their fairy tales, Some may get a yacht to sail, But what i've got she calls me dad, With all that love entales. She hugs me tight, I'll guard her through the night, An soon she will be sleeping, Happy as I am right here in this moment, Just exceeds whatever's worth dreaming