Day and night dies to rise
Leaving yesterday to live today's weather,
Burning regrets and tearing eyes
Of weak ones aiming for better.

Greater, but stuck in the night
Crouching praying for day to dawn
Upon nobody and somebody admired,
For all deserves, all are born

Everyone is walking their grave,
Most walk theirs in a hurry
Youth ahead of time needing a save,
So nobody cares about the hungry

Will Jesus ever come for all
Or will all go to him individually,
For own judgement day call
Because the rat race is curly.