The Hard Life

I wake heavy hearted, I drink my tears And eat my worries. Now on my knees, Looking up to the ceiling Keeping mute. I look out the window All i couls see was shackles around me I am so in a bondage. I take a look at myself, I could see a small church rat Facing a big cat (the world) I step out in fear Thinking i wouldn't return As i walked aimlessly. Lost in thoughts, Thoughts of everything Everything imaginable. After long hours of walk, I returned to my shade As i counted my losses... Night fall as i refused to sleep After sleep makes another day... Its doig the same thing over again, i'm tired of it. Whats the use? Despite all these, i still thank God. Above all, i live everyday as if it were my last. Hoping that someday the sun would rise again and the pain would pain...