struggle builds hope
At first I was blind to it all,
The struggles they all seemed to mask so well
I thought that growing up was finally going to give me my freedom
To be able to do what I wanted was what I yearned for.
But soon the masquerade has to come to an end and we finally see what's under the mask.
The struggles they went through
My mom my dad
How much money they stretched just to get by while raising me.
I know now that I have to work hard
I've got to hustle to make my parents proud
To achieve my goals
To be happy
Because there's only one person to help me
and it's me.
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