"Prayer For Strength" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
Trying To Survive
In the quiet hours of dawn's first light,
I rise to face another endless fight.
A janitress in halls where dreams once soared,
Now, dreams are luxuries I can’t afford.
I rise to face another endless fight.
A janitress in halls where dreams once soared,
Now, dreams are luxuries I can’t afford.
In a government school, I scrub and clean,
Earning pennies for a life so lean.
No job skills, no bright degree,
Just hands that ache, a soul that's free.
Three little faces look up to me,
Eyes full of hope, yet I can’t see
A way to make our struggles cease,
In this world that denies us peace.
Earning pennies for a life so lean.
No job skills, no bright degree,
Just hands that ache, a soul that's free.
Three little faces look up to me,
Eyes full of hope, yet I can’t see
A way to make our struggles cease,
In this world that denies us peace.
