I want to have.

I want to dine and associate with the prestigious and elite.

I want to decorate myself in diamonds and expense.

Never again shall I see the bitter struggles of what life has to offer.

My mouth will speak gold;

even my tears will be diamonds, themselves.

Don't worry - I won't forget to be humble,

nor forget to give thanks to my Creator;

but, never again will I scrape my knees on the rough rocks of empty pockets and pain.

I'll find a way.

I'll make a way.

I'll fight my way out of the struggle.