Morals low and high
Splashed with city water
On my mouth side
Competition wanes complicates
Waning on in many days
Lungs
Feet
Hands
Sore
We made our way on the eastern shore
We wake up every morning and ask for more
Pedals pushing hearts bumping
We ask simple question
Answers looming
Under the winter storm
Warmness yearning
We wake
We rise
We take
Opportunities blooming
So unsophisticated
Unassuming
We wake up
We rise
We take