the old goodwill
Goodwill of others I wear a yellow stain
Walking to school no wealth to gain.
I'd like a shirt newer; white not so blue
like other kids wear walking to school.
I use to be six now I am ten
we've got Goodwill; here we go again.
Mother waits tables up apple pie hill
One dollar sixty-six from the old goodwill.
The money is lower the rent is sky high
always they’re saying, "we can barely get by!"
Love in the millions we eat our food
it's someone else's mustard
I am wearing to school.
My shirt is from the Goodwill
No doubt we are poor…
But, love is in abundance
I could not ask for more.