My morning starts with a breath of fresh air
Getting ready for today's challenges is something I must bear
The fight today is not a fight like yesterday
Sometimes I think of giving up and accepts what comes may
Yet seeing my hands with signs of callouses and scars
That I gained when the sun glares until the night glistens with stars
They were proof of my hardwork
Proof of the days when I overwork
I ask, "What am I doing?"
And I answer, "I am making a living."
When I wake up to see another day
I always feel overwhelmed and I must say
Life is a shackle with a key we must work hard to obtain
And living through these dreadful days of joy and pain
Satisfaction of being alive engulfs me like the sea
With raging waves of pleasure or the stillness of water that we see
Every day I wake up to a breath of fresh air
Ready to face life with a newfound flare
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