We pray every night,
Hoping to wake up in the morning.
We carry out the lives we despise.
We work the jobs we never wanted.
We love those who don't love back.
We have a nostalgia for a home we never visited.
Yet, we pray every night,
Hoping to wake up in the morning.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
We pray every night,
Hoping to wake up in the morning.
We carry out the lives we despise.
We work the jobs we never wanted.
We love those who don't love back.
We have a nostalgia for a home we never visited.
Yet, we pray every night,
Hoping to wake up in the morning.
Old poem. I decided to share.
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