*Everyday starts with I abandoning a beautiful dream
Waking up and getting to face the ugly realities
Every morning all light seems bright as a beam
Till my eyes ultimately embrace the eventualities
I wasn't built hard, and I'm seldom fit to be described as tough
For I prefer my dreams to facing the facts
For realities are just too rough
And strength and courage are mere acts
I wouldn't have hope in the future if wasn't for the little flicker
Of faith that has always sparked a little glow
In a heart of a climber unfit to be a hiker
Yet being forced by nature to grow
So the thing I hate about dawn is bothering my sleep
And such hate is sadly rooted so deep*
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
*Everyday starts with I abandoning a beautiful dream
Waking up and getting to face the ugly realities
Every morning all light seems bright as a beam
Till my eyes ultimately embrace the eventualities
I wasn't built hard, and I'm seldom fit to be described as tough
For I prefer my dreams to facing the facts
For realities are just too rough
And strength and courage are mere acts
I wouldn't have hope in the future if wasn't for the little flicker
Of faith that has always sparked a little glow
In a heart of a climber unfit to be a hiker
Yet being forced by nature to grow
So the thing I hate about dawn is bothering my sleep
And such hate is sadly rooted so deep*
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