The Struggle

I face many obstacles ev’ry day.
Each day is filled with despair and boredom.
As they go by, they become more loathsome
And ev’rything in them just fades to gray.

My life is the farthest thing from perfect.
My daily tests have left me sick and tired.
Worldy forces have left me feeling mired.
Living like this cannot have good affects.

However, I overcome these struggles.
No matter how difficult or crazy,
I’ll give one hundred and ten percent.
When torn down I’ll ascend from the rubble.
I always have the girl I call, “Baby,”
She makes ev’rything else irrelevant.