Fight the Good Fight...
I wake up every morning thinking of my life,
Going from happiness with my son, daughter, and my wife,
To losing to it all from my mistakes and stupidity,
But now I have a new vision with the best of clarity.
I'll fight for my son, cuz his daddys #1,
I'll strive for my daughter, cuz shes my golden one.
I'll struggle for my family and only my true friends,
Cuz, theyre the ones who got my back til the end.
And until that time comes, I'ma keep pushing on,
With a head full of knowledge, and a body full of brawn.
With the lord as my protector, and not a plate of teflon,
I will fight the good fight without hiding behind a gun.
I was brought here on a mission, though I dont know the reasons,
And still I dont fall back, but spring forward through the seasons.
Runnin in the great race, gunnin for that 1st place,
Maybe I'll win the trophy and add it to my showcase.
If I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldnt do so,
Because it's my experiences that have helped me grow.
From the lowest lows of darkness, to the highest highs of light,
I promise to all that I'll keep on fighting the good fight.
Copyright © Gerald Shadwick | Year Posted 2005
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