The Reason I Keep Going

Up before the sun. Same boots, same road. Heavy eyes,

heavy load. But I go, yeah, I go. People talk so

rough, sharp like broken glass. Bite my tongue, breathe it past.

Take the hits, let it pass. I take the hard work, hard days

so my kids don't feel this way. Every long hour, every low pay

phase when I see your face. You are the reason

I keep going. You are the reason I keep going. Hands cracked,

sore bones, clock moves slow all day. Eat my lunch alone,