Everyday I face my woe
A life of which I have no control
I’ve heard of people who live happy
With three or maybe four square meals a day
I’ve heard of people who drive for miles
Who never get tired from the beating of the
Midday sun.
I heard of place where water flows free and clean
Alas, it has no color.
I have heard of places where people smile
I lost my will, so long ago.
I didn’t choose this life yet I live it
Everyday I face my woe
My life runs out of control
I know there are places where people hear your cries
Places where you could sleep and rest for a little over an hour
or more
There are schools where the teachers teach
And the students truly learn
I know there are places, though I’ve never seen
Where living happy...is completely free
But to me it’s all a dream.
I didn’t choose this life and now I refuse to live it
Everyday I challenge my woes
I must gain control
My lack shall not be the limit but the means to flourish
If someone just like me can live free
Why can’t I?
I will look at my life and smile, and love the simple things
Cause someday I know, I’ll look back and say
“Those were great things”
I will take a chance to smile and I know it won’t hurt
I will will myself to be free
From this bondage of poverty.
« return.