The Fight
Keeping the faith; what does that mean;
Toughin it out; trying to do the right thing.
How I wish I knew how to deal; problems are compounding; I don't know what is real.
Issues upon issues in everyone's life, so little time and so much strife.
I wake in the morning with tears in my eyes, because you can't change people and you can't
change life.
I'm screaming and fighting trying to get out, but then I realize there's no way out.
Life is what you make of it; (is that what they say;)where there full of it, because life's a fight
everyday.
Copyright © Vanessa Bailey | Year Posted 2009
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