I wake, I rise, wiping sleep from my eyes. The sun rises high up in the sky; I better get moving, time does fly! As the shower flows while the water heats I wake the boy our morning treat. Finally, Im ready to face the day. How sad they each start the very same way: I turn my back on my little guy. I gotta be strong he cant see me cry! Out the door I always go- to work, to earn, to get the dough. And every day as I depart a little pain does grip my heart. But as I return each and every night, to see that look of pure delight, the joy and wonder and, yes, the pain I gotta remember its worth it all or go insane.