breaking dawn

The sky is dark
The sun hasn't come
Bats come back to cave
Many people are sleeping
Just litte people has awaken
They work as farmer, bakery,
shopkeeper, and so on
For additional salary
They work dilligently
and back to home until sunset
Their face look aging
But their spirit's life are too high
Their power likes youngman
They never know tired
I as younger people
feel shame to them
I always complain anything
I never work hard
From now, i will try to be
better person
work harder
less complaining