Why do we fight?
Every day we wake up.
Ready to face another day.
Putting on a play.
For the world to see.
But I have stopped in my rut.
I look up to the sky and ask...
Why?
Why do I make my life this way?
What am I fighting for?
Then I look around me...
I see my family.
I see my friends.
I see a life worth making.

I know.
Not everyone is blessed.
So I ask you this.
Why do you fight?
And what are you fighting for?