Empty Shelves

I wake up early, the sun’s just starting to rise,
but the pantry’s empty, nothing left to find.
The days are long, and the pressure’s getting worse,
I’m trying to stretch what little I’ve got, but I feel cursed.

I’ve worked all week, but the cupboard’s still bare,
the weight of the world, with no relief to share.
I can’t seem to get ahead, can’t find my way,
the list keeps growing, but there’s no food to stay.

I’m holding on, but I can barely breathe,
trying to keep it together, but I’m starting to grieve.
They don’t know what it’s like, fighting to make ends meet,
with empty shelves beneath my feet.

I’ve been around, seen the highs and the lows,
but this weight on my shoulders is all that I know.
The clock ticks on, and the bills pile high,
another sleepless night, with no end in sight.

I used to dream of more than just getting by,
but the weight of the world’s got me asking why.
The cupboards are bare, but my spirit’s full of hope,
I’ll keep holding on, I won’t let it go.

The world’s been cruel, but I’ll find my way,
I’ll fill these shelves, one step at a time, someday.
For now, I’ll keep fighting, and I’ll carry on,
empty shelves may come, but my heart’s still strong.