An act of courage is what I call,
In the eye of a parent a plummeting fall.
An hour-long lecture will send him on his way.
It just seems like another reason to run away.
These are words of wisdom you should borrow.
It will be better tomorrow.
An argument now begins to start.
And I try to dodge the piercing dart.
The pressure seems to raise me up,
Then just seems to watch me drop.
These days are happy, but filled with sorrow,
I hope it will be better tomorrow.
Responsibilities tougher, with more and more;
Only just to be filled with stress galore.
It all seems too hard to swallow.
Maybe, just maybe it will be better tomorrow