A day in my life, a walk in my shoes. The responsibility of a mother, the stipulation of being a fool. Who pays the dues of an unclaimed winner who always lose. My life my story, but to you it's only unhappy news. I go to sleep to black, and wake up every morning to blue. Are you sympathetic to my demise, or are you amused by my cries. A tainted picture yet the sun still rise, because I keep my head above the clouds in the sky; always keeping my faith in GOD because hope never dies. My life will get better and my pain will subside, so in the mean time I'll just have to continue my struggles to get by.