The Last Hurrah
I'M FEED UP FIGHTING BATTLES....
THEY HAPPEN EVERYDAY.....
THE WINNING'S TAKING ALL MY STRENGTH....
THE YEARS ARE SO UNBENDING....
MY NERVES ARE SHOT TO BITS....
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMEONE OUT THERE..
WHO WANT'S TO TAKE YOU ON...
I'M LIKE A VETERAN BOXER HANGING ON THE ROPES...
EVERY PUNCH IS TELLING...
MY BODIES BLACK AND BLUE....
I TELL MYSELF I HAVE TO STOP...
BUT DEEP INSIDE I CAN'T...
THE HEART IS STRONG THE BODY WEAK...
THE BLOWS HAVE BEEN SO HEAVY....
I'M OFF TO FIND A QUIET PLACE...
SOME REST..
SOME PEACE OF MIND....
TODAY I HAVE NO FIGHT THE TIME HAS
FINALLY COME...
I CLOSE MY EYES AND SAY GOODBYE...
Copyright © Stephen Blencowe | Year Posted 2011
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