17. Beautiful Life

Aftermath of my parents' divorce.

October 25, 2008- Olga Taratuta

I used to have a house, my dad, a lawn, a cat
I had a basement where we could hang out and chat

I had 1000 TV channels and MTV
But there was something wrong, something the outside eye couldn't see

Cause what's the point of me being rich money-wise
When I hid in the closet to block out my parents' raging cries

Now it's all gone, and I'm not ashamed to say
Living with my mom, I come home to an apartment every day

Two bedrooms, and one washroom, what else could I ask for?
But sometimes I get this feeling; I want more, more, more

It's easy to feel poor, when everyone around
Live in 2 garage mansions, and need a lost and found

It's easy to get down, and feel all bruised and blue
When I go over to a friend's house, and I can't even find the loo

But hey, I'm still smiling, because I know
Life won't always be like this, I'll continue to grow

Though I'm not the richest person, at least I feel all right
And I don't have to stay up in bed listening to my parents pick a fight

Cause If I put my mind to it, and have goals, and dreams, and hope
I'll be the biggest success; I'll have no need to mope

Even though I sometimes fail, I try my very best at school
I remember what's important to me; I don't care about what’s 'cool'

I'll shine, I'll peak, I'll be rich, you'll see
Yes, I've got a beautiful life ahead of me

The past is foggy, but the future is pure
I've got a beautiful life in store for me, of that I'm sure

Having 30 channels, doesn't seem half bad
Going to the Laundromat doesn't drive me mad

Cause I am strong, and my dreams will lead the way
And dreams cannot be bought, even with a millions' worth of pay

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