There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in the vicious race
But to provide, for one who asks,
I will, with heart, on my father's grave

I don't mean
To seem like I care about material things
Like our social stats
I just want
Four walls and adobe slats
For my girls