Who's childhood is that? I think I know.
It's owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of sorrow.
I watch her frown, I cry hello.
She now has bills to upkeep,
Until then she'll lack of sleep.
She lies in bed, but will never weep.
As her morning starts with a beep.
Her childhood is no longer present.
She calls mother weekly to vent
How she cannot afford another cent!
How can growing-up cause this torment?
Only the Lord can bring this woman peace.
As she prays her worries began to cease.
Although her responsibilies may increase,
She realizes her life is the Lord's masterpeice!