If the sky fell would you help me hold up our world? Would you stand with me through the disaster or would you take the easy way out? Even if it seemed impossible and it looked like there was no way out would you use every ounce of strength that you had to keep our world together? Or would you let the sky fall?

Every morning that I wake up it seems to get a bit harder. The same job the same routine but also the same day starter. The same starter that gives you strength in the times that you don't the same starter that makes you push in the times you don't want.  So you sit up clear your head and pray to the man above, a prayer that seems repetitive but he knows it's with love. Then your starter wakes up yawns and rubs her eyes and you thank God again for giving you such a prize. She hugs you kisses you and in the ways she knows you like. As you feel your ambition returning you roll out the bed and say now that's a day started off right.