Sometimes it all just hurts my brain.
Tell me what I shall gain.
As I sit here while it rains.
Does it all go in vain?
When will it cease to cause pain?
Pity, it's enough to make you go insane.
To work at this rate, should be a disgrace.
Each day I run the rat race.
I guess for the sake of renting one's space,
I will have to keep up the pace.
With hope for new opportunities to surface.
Until then this smile shall be painted in place.
Set new goals, and be bold.
Where my steps lead, in time will be told.
Thirst for knowledge, but work to stay out of the cold.
Make smart choices, to be secure when I'm old.
Pray to the most high, for my heart can never be sold.
Walk in faith of the Father, the earth is what His hands hold.