Strive

there will be days when heaven does not seem so close
where there seems to be no hope
your back is hugging ropes and that stomach could use some bread
when the air in your lungs feels like led
but all the fight in your breadth has disappeared and left
strive
during the tough weeks
the ones where everything feels like Monday mornings
the train ran



Credits
Writer(s): Keron Mark Anthony Salmon, Oliver Schrader, Guiseppe Flash Coppola, Philip Meckseper, Wayneford Levy, Joscha Hoffmann
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