The Latchkey
Sometimes I think I’m all alone
No one that really cares
Not Mom or Dad they work all day
They’ve little time to spare
They’ve got to work for food and clothes
And bills that they must pay
Sometimes I wish we’d leave this place
We’d all go far away
Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014
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