Another Sun Rise
Got bills yelling at me from my mail box and very little money to pay, A boss with an iron fist and a green paper mistress who I am bound to obey. Just ttrying to get by in a money hungry world, But just find my face pushed harder into the gritty dirt. I keep smiling as I try to find my way, Get my strength from the Lord above, And my stubborn will from my DNA. Along the way I have found the good sense to be grateful for every day I'm blessed, Even if at the time each seems worse than the rest,... Sign in to see full entry.