Hard to Breathe

The morning comes and sometimes I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the blood shed here in this place. Each day is a new beginning but the same sh- keeps happening: blood being shed, greed on the rise, SELFISH PRIDE SKY HIGH! And we wonder why…people choosing to die living a lie- it’s suicide…

The morning comes and sometimes I’m afraid. I’m afraid for my kids because there is no guarantee of safety. Nowadays one can just only pray for a safe day while the kids are on their way.

The morning comes and sometimes I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll stop breathing from all the death, all the cheating, all the beating that hits us. When I stop breathing, life seems to stop breathing. And I’m reminded of why we need to simply Breathe.

Breathing is living. Breathing is surviving. Breathing is thriving. Breathing is freeing!

Make every moment count by breathing in life and love- breathing out all that doesn’t serve you!

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LYRICAL PIECESApril Smith