Sun rise at 6 am
another typical day
Wipe the sleep
Away from my eyes
here we go again
To fight and to strugle
to make our worlds meet
to try to make
something to become
Out to the streets
where the early moring raisers
All drive or walk
so sleeply to there desation
The world begs
for another hour of sleep
But no one can hear them
And no one really cares
We move on our way
to try to make a diffrence
But it is the same world
that we battle everyday
and through the hardship
we don't want to do it anymore.
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