Ding-Ding-Ding, is the same sound I wake up to each day

A good morning to my mother is the first thing I say

Then hopping in the shower as it sprays

Next, I brush my teeth while I pray for a good day

On my way to school I tell myself it will be a good day

At least that’s what I say

Bombarded with homework once again I question how I’ll make it to May

Yet I still pray for a good day

As the drag continues, I wonder will there be a good day

Same thoughts enter, contemplating if I should be a stray

Though I shrug it off, on the same path I stay

Even then, I pray for a good day

Finally, I lay in my bed, the only comfort and solitude of the day

Numbness I feel, my feelings she plays

My dreams I long for, sitting on a bay

Before drowsing off, for tomorrow I pray will be a good day