The Fighter

21 May

I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them

Someday you may wanna know who I am,
Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand,

No I am not a writer –
These eyes hold no secrets
I hide no truths
I am all I am, all I was to you

The lie and the promise, the great escape artist

The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding.

Where I am not a liar –

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name

These are hands that can offer protection
But hid me from my own reflection

I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes
The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning
The spark that starts the fire
With loneliness next to me,
feels it’s misery,
nursing another black eye
On the turnpike, counting the headlights

-Those cars just like days pass me by

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember my name

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made

I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them.

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