Slaved To The books

Poor child, poor child
You’re slaved to the books,
But they will do you good
Everytime you try to look
You’re caught in the future hook.

Poor child, poor child
No time for play
All night and day,
This is the price you pay
For a better day.

Poor child, poor child
I wonder if you ever desire
To break the cage wire,
Other children have retired
Do they know they’re playing with fire?

Poor child, poor child
You better slow down
Or it’s a nervous breakdown,
But your parents wear the crown
Be wise not to make a sound.

Poor child, poor child
Get your priorities right
Make your burdens alight,
Futile if you sigh
Remember we’re always by your side.

Poor child, poor child
You’re slaved to the books,
But they will do you good
Everytime you try to look
You’re caught in the future hook.