Dream Home

nestled in the trees so tight

a little space I find delight

it matters little how it comes

I find it makes a lovely home

and while the money isn’t there

perhaps one day, I’ll win and care

for such a beautiful, sweet abode

where I can write and chill in mode

and if the Good Lord sees to fit

that when my treasure on me lit

I hope to live in luxury

yet I will still, always be me

and if I have what I desire

I will thank God, not a liar

this is what I want to say

where I want to live and play