Name Me A Place And I'll Go

This place makes me tired.
Sick of peoples moans and whines.
About how crap their lives are.
And how there rich parents wont let them go to a concert.
These people have their lives handed to them.
Decorated up and all pretty.
With there upper class schools.
And sports cars.
There big houses.
And they don't care do they?
They don't know how lucky they got it.

I hope one day they find out.
How hard it is to live below the line.
Struggling to find the money for college.
Struggling to pass and make it in the world.
Because your life if what you make of it.
Its what you work for and struggle for.
They wont appreciate it.
Because they never worked for it.

I wonder why I am doing all this work.
Like fighting a losing battle.
But I realise.
That when I make it though this.
And I get up on that stage.
And I get my certificate.
And I pass.
And I can go to uni.
It will be all that sweeter.
Because I worked for it.
There's been blood sweat and tears in it.
Just keep your eyes on the end goal.
And keep going.

I'll make it in the end.