RIZAL COURSE

Manalili, Niko T. September 2, 2009

BSN004 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.