Unknown Repairman
Day after Day
Hour after Hour
Time rolls by
I'm one step closer
Yet so far behind
I can see the light
At the end of the tunnel
And I'm almost there
It's my light
My own path
It isn't glamorous
The end isn't either
But sometimes
Happiness isn't glamorous
The mind isn't shiny
Or covered in gold
But can be damaged like glass
And destroyed
Who's going to fix it?
People don't see us
Standning silent
You are different
Change can be achieved
Helping
Old and the Young
Lost and Alone
Over and Over
Giving Everything for Everybody
I will
Stand Up
Touching someone's life
Many have come before me
I may not reach them
But I will try
And I will
Succeed.
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