standing tall
brought up on a life once so
bright, losing it almost to a slight
then happening upon another chance, no longer any non-chalance
grasping on to life's edges, not letting in any regrets
i go about my life so typical, never to think of the past so singular.
each hour of the day passes by, each truck on the line rolls by
my quest eternal, takes just another u-turn.
wonder if this life has a meaning and if there's more to this being
just punching out the timecard, going home to my sweet broad.
playing with my lovely kids, listening to their little fibs
reading bedtime story to my son, later dancing to my daughter's song.
spartan living and simple thinking, noble goals and lofty dreams
keeping my family from harm & wanting to run my own farm.
slogging in the factory, working on the assembly
loading on the wheel, kicking the tires.
with each passing shift, i now have it by rote
picking up my tools, i go through the chores.
making something of myself, triumphant in the test of life
picking up the strength, gathering all the nerve.
i set forth to realize, dreams i won't cannibalize
sharing a good life with all, starts with standing tall. |
:: feed the children ::
distributing food to families in need |
