Leaving you is such a crime,
Like killing something before its prime.
This place has me trapped like a prison,
It cuts me so deep, my heart leaks crimson.
I know I must go, but I don't want to,
Yet I must pay - the bills are due.
I love you so much, both you and son,
I can not wait till I am done.
Done with this place, done with the sorrow,
And I can return, to my family tomorrow.
All the red tape and beaurocracy are mean,
Yet I put up with it, to make a little green.
This green I will use, and I won't get beat,
To provide for my family, wife and son must eat.
Though I'm not rich, I know I'm not poor,
Cause this ring on my finger says I'll have love evermore.
Jeremy Like
© 2008
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