Sacrifice

In this world of hatred, I break my wrist and arm to fight; The chance had been created In the midst winter night The chances are between him and me For the glory it behold It is not a scene on the sea Nor a fight with him, in bold I take my hand to jab him He returned with a hoof; Cold and angry, a warrior in the gym Although had been smashed with a poof My body had the power to sight His pain and anxiety to win I want to use all my might But his loss will make it a sin I repel his hit with my arm A broken arm will surely be a numb I set the phone to be an alarm To wake me up when the autumn come.