Big worry little worry all a worry it always will be ok

Every front door has a worry or two 
The mum counting pennies behind you in the que
The young one scared to make top grades
The single one doing extra time for bills unpaid

The fearful man scared for his baby son
Communities scared of a badge and gun
The child scared as her mum turns to drugs
The child sitting in need, just wanting a hug

Fights on the streets, countries at war
Darkness at night,  behind your door
Can’t afford the shoes to keep up with the jone’s
Blunt truths, “life isn’t a bunch of roses” 

We smile and continue about our day 
We all battle and just want to be okay 
Everybody has a tale of their own 
You can still feel small even though you’ve grown