Generational Curse

It will be there in the morning It will be there at night Don your boxing gloves And swing with all your might You hit hard Though it’s never enough Be on your guard Things are about to get rough A never ending battle With that unseen enemy In your head words rattle Words like addiction, abuse, poverty You will attempt to run and hide Yet there is no escape Across country or worldwide Do not underestimate The power of this curse Ease up for just a second The situation might get worse Nevertheless my strength is unreckoned This malediction ends here It ends with mine I no longer will fear This curse has died with time