For what is the value of a day,and would it relly matter anyway? If life is priceless then how come it only applies to some? What is the purpose of our ever waking days? They always end short without much praise. We break our backs and bust our hands While the ones who have it all watch from the stands. Life seems hopeless and without an end Nothing to look forward to and no money to spend. Should i give up without a fight Or should i stick up for what is right? From lifes set backs and trials To the obscene crowd in Wal-Mart ailses....