1Wondering
Wondering, wondering,
When will nighttime turn to day?
Every day I hope for sun,
But all I see is grey.
Every glimpse of happiness,
Sucked up dry and clean.
Nothing left to hope for,
I'm riding on a broken dream.
Working hard, some may move up,
But failing, I will fall,
What's the point of trying,
If you cannot win at all?
Someday you will read these words,
Someday you will see,
Just how hard a life can be,
When welled up in deep pity.
Hope you enjoyed it. Oreo