School is hard. 
I learn, I study, I prepare.
This is my card.
This is all I can bare.

My mom works day and night. 
That is her fight.
 

Lately she has been losing her battles. 
She is torn, battered, bloody.
Weak, exhausted, beaten.

I work hard at school. 
I work hard for A's. 

She works so hard for me, she has worked herself to death.

My hard work has become her hard death.