The sun comes up, I like the smell of new things
Am still broke, but if I sleep hungry, it's my choice.
I don't want to get out of my bed, but if I don't it will be my death bed.
Deep inside, I crave for stability, like I ever had one.
And I have faith, I believe I'll make it some day.
Better days are coming, but I have to make a step.
Something whispers in my ear, both relaxing and working are going to hurt, is just have to choose.
I wish life was easier,
Just like it was when we were little kids,
Woke up at play and laugh till the sun went down.
As the sun sets, my dream world gets closer