To Give and Not Recieve

I don't like my home, I bleed for it.

I give and give each day to some kids,

I work myself to the bone,

I cry each day I come home more tired,

And I can't get away from it for shit

Because I don't like my home,

Because I can't live without mine

Because it turns me to stone,

Because it shatters me in time,

And because it puts me back together

And I don't like my home, I love it

And I call my home my work,

And I know teaching gives so much

And I know I receive so little

And I know it tears me apart

But I wouldn't change it for the world

Each drop of blood, sweat, and tears

I give for these kids to learn

I give so someone else may receive

My work is my home,

And I could carry on the refrain for ages

Going on about each struggle and each gift

But my work is my home

And there's someone waiting for me there.