She needs to get away;
She needs a place where she can rest,
And watch the sailboats there beside the sea.
To drink, to eat, to get a tan, to be —
And not have time so manifest.
Nor run around all day.
A life is made to live,
And we are made for more than work,
For dreams should be a celebrated thing —
A time to dance, a time to freely sing —
And go beyond the scorn and smirk,
And take, so she can give.