A mother said to her son
Don't worry it will be over
One day it will rise a sun
And to our darkness cover
Problems are for everyone
Not just the poor but anyone
Its how you handle them
That makes you different or the same
Giving up is not the answer
Just as suicide aint the cure to cancer
Face your problems head on
And your fears will forever be gone
Nothing comes in an easy way
Discipline and hardwork will always pay
Without these, you'll never progress
And your life will be a complete mess
Your life is what you make of it
You can decide to be poor or financially fit
Work hard now so you don't regret
Remember what you deserve is what you'll get!
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