In the shadows of the dark all hopes were lost.
Toiling, crawling, struggling and suffering.
where am i and what is happening?
You this days so cruel and wicked.
What do i owe you to be treated this way?
Oh! complains; these are complains.
Will they do me any good?
Alas these questions i no not their answers.
Yet treating me the same way
I have decided to remain focused and determined.
To toil and struggle believing that one day it will be
A BETTER DAY.