A Mourning not Guaranteed
Wake up in the morning
that isn't guaranteed
wake up for a mourning
that was the seed
get up to go to school
some died a fool
get up to get educated
I became the tool
Grow to work for others
that was the goal
grow for proud mothers
to fill my soul
work a job eventually hate
not for me but others sake
make contribution for humanity
wonder if they'll go unnoticed makes me panicky
live to make a difference
no difference makes a death
afraid to be forgotten
afraid to become rotten
but being afraid won't help me live
being afraid doesn't stop my will to give
I work hard to overcome this fear
I work harder to show other others I care
Wake up in the Morning
Today I won't be Mourning
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