My First Inspiration

RIZAL COURSE Manalili, Niko T. BSN004

September 2, 2009 Prof. Wilson S. Chua My First Inspiration My mom is my comfort blanket My milk to my thirst; bread to my hunger A medicine for the hearts sorrow For she’s an addiction that’s healthy and free. She is moonlight to the darkness A light not a fire With her face so clear Makes me reach to goal of becoming me. Alone in the city makes me sorrow When tears run dry as I go Are promises of a come back Of a diploma that will make them proud. Struggles without her are like tragedy Yet her eyes says that I can do it Doing things will be much easier For my lady will be my motivation. A career to come is my furnish It’s me who did it but for her I can’t do it. A return in home must be glad and cheers For this time I have bring the gold we cherish.