DarlingtheMouse

It's an exhausted poet who's trying to write His first masterwork in the course of one night It's the nights spent trying to procure the cash To buy a little happiness that will never last It's ten hours of work on an eight hour shift Trying hard to remember why you shouldn't quit Because the children at home require your effort You feel the imbalance while you try to stay centered You ask for a purpose and you get a cliche But you're too resilient to just walk away So you keep up appearances despite the fact That your soul might collapse at the drop of a hat Because little ones look up and they see your face So it's the smile yo