A Simple Life

She hopes the money dies—
She wants a simple life, a simple life, a simple life.

She hopes his memory leaves her brain—
She wants a simple smile, a simple smile, a simple smile.

She hopes his words fall out  her chest—
she wants a simple heart, a simple heart, a simple heart.

She hopes the days of past will be wiped fresh—
She wants a simple brain, a simple brain, a simple brain.

She is a simple poet, with a simple beat, a simple rhythm wrapped in her feet.

She hopes the money dies—
She hopes the power dies—

She wants a simple life.