Falling asleep in rocking chair with baby in my arms
Thinking will a day arrive that I can feel free to breath
Always we can make it possible, if we are persistent
Sometimes, things are tough that we can’t explain
It might be our lack of knowledge or our blues
But still it’s a true struggle to go through the phase
Thoughts run about my life current and past
Transferred to a slow mover from a workaholic gene
Thinking about the days we worked to come this far
Those are filled with a destiny in mind, that we chase
It all about of how we handle that is very true in life
Even with this awareness, I still struggle day and night
Trying to figure out how to handle life better!
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