My Hard Work
My Hard Work
During the day, I crawl beneath the struggle of living
I roar to hide my suffering, to show my hard work through hate and pain
Hoping one day my day will bleed with a victory.
I feign a smile, this keeps me going
A trumpet plays, this I think, victory is one thing I've never tasted
Losing to time makes me feel shaken.
As I struggle, regrets began to disappear
Hope and faith had to reappear
Change has to be a phenomenon before sundown.