Intentions

<br>And the sight of the sun, rising, seems to<br>Invalidate the words of the man so much wiser than myself<br>Tells me how to work my life away, so that I may someday<br>Die, knowing that I compromised<br>My intentions, and let my dreams turn to dust and fade away<br>leaving nothing, just so I can say<br>I`ve been a good boy mamma, played the part that I was assigned<br>Never questioned anything, never stepped out of line<br>But it`s been eighteen years now<br>Of having my intentions drilled in the ground<br>It`s been too many years now<br>Of having my dreams beaten down<br>I remember all the crazy dreams we had when we were younger<br>All ending finalized, by the prospect of working 9 to 5<br>And we believed it then, and we believe it now, but now I`m so much stronger<br>And I just can`t see how we can sell ourselves short any longer<br>It don`t mean much, much to me<br>I`m content, Human Being