All my life I fought for things.. I fought for respect. I fought for love. I fought for my family. As my knuckles bleed. I look at my hands to see that life shouldnt be a fight. I fought for so long that I forgot about happyness. I look at the my childrens eyes and see a angel. They showed me peace and love. God has blessed me with something
I dont have to fight for. They are my blood and flesh. With them Im at peace.