Tired
Day after Day
I worked
Night after Night
I worked
2 maybe 3 jobs
Damn people be like damn she rich
that aint the case
Day after Day
I Cry
Night after Night
I question Myself
why am I trying so hard ?
Why do I do this to myself?
and then it hit me
Day after Day
I worry about Rent
Night after Night
what would they Eat?
trying My best to provide for this family
just wanting to make ends meat
Draining myself
Day after Day
I pray for Strength
Night after Night
I Plea to the Lord for help
yet another day begins, Yet again
Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2017
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