Pride and Joy

Life is a gamble, I guess it depends on how you throw your dice
We aren’t happy feeding from traps like mice
So death becomes a choice we all make
The joy after our triumphs proves our courage to be fake
Because we all hope to live on at the end of the day

Terrified by the atmosphere of war and petrified by it all
Living to witness tomorrow is no longer your fundamental right
Your days are long yet you always wonder if you can make it through the night
Waking up is always a dare but you do anyway
Because we all hope to live on at the end of the day

The world has become so cold and hard to live in
So much that you have focused your energy just to exist in it
Peace has become so strange that you only dream about her
You have become so good at ignoring the absence of her
Only because you hope to live on at the end of the day

Someone’s reality has become brighter than your dreams
All you see is darkness and you are tired to live per their whims
The stars in the sky are growing dull in your life
And you keep striking a match stick to try and lighten your way
Because you still hope to live on at the end of the day


On the verge of giving up and losing it all
Someone soon to be dear offers to soothe your soul
Your grip is firm because you don’t want to let them go
And because you know that you will live on at the end of the day
You conclude you might as well call them your Pride and Joy

By McDennias H. Moyo
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