Rise Against
If you believed that waking up early was pointLESS…
How would you feel if you knew it was someone’s last morning to wake up to
To see the morning sunlight
To smile that they are still alive
To be able to breathe in the life they are given?
How would you feel knowing that you’re given the privilege to see another day
When someone else c
a
n’
t?
This poem is about:
Me
Our world