I woke up every day
hoping for better.
Every new day is the same as yesterday,
there is no special day for me.
Easter, Christmas, New Year’s Eve,
they’re all the same as every day.
There is nothing to look forward to.

I’ve heard many people say
it’s always darker before the dawn,
there is always a light at the end of every tunnel.
But I guess my tunnel seems longer than others.

Struggling to make ends meet
they say there is no grave for hunger,
I guess mine will be the first.
I sense that there is this dark cloud
that has engulfed me.
How I wish to sleep and never wake up!
At least this pain will be gone.

Many people pray for fancy cars and houses,
I pray to have something to eat every day
before I go to bed,
no matter how little it is.
I no longer pray for a living,
I have given up on living.

Every night in my bed,
I think of how miserable my life is
and cry me to sleep.
I wake up every morning
with a smile on my face.
Keep telling myself
that things are going to be better,
but it keeps getting worse every day.

Struggling to make ends meet
How I wish to sleep and never wake up.
I live by begging from those who are fortunate,
just so I could have something to keep me going.
I feel like God has forgotten about me,
maybe someday he will remember me.
I shall live to see that day.