I work, work work work, myself to the bone.
Day in and day out I work,
come home and write, write, write away
the words I create to satisfy the professors.
Into the wee hours of the night,
I work the night away until the early morning light
when it all starts again.
Another dollar earned and another dollar
down the rain paying, paying, paying another bill.
I often wonder if I will ever make it,
if I will ever cross the finish line
and then I remember
for every tear, every bruise and every let down
is another obstacle I've overcome.
Just another step closer to success.
Push, push, push until the wall is gone
and nothing but blue skies around.
No one defines who I am or what I can accomplish.
I am who I am and that is everything awesome.