Fighting for you…
By Felicia Driessen
It’s eight o’clock at night,
I’m sitting here alone,
I wish you could be here,
Where I could be at home,
What’s the point in fighting these battles,
When all I do is lose?
There’s no point in fighting these battles,
When I’m not fighting for you.
Ten thirty came around,
We’re lying far apart,
And I’m praying that these sounds,
Will reach your heavy heart.
‘Cause I’m feeling so scared,
Now that you’re alone,
But know that I am always here,
My arms will be your home,
I’ll hold you when you’re crying,
I’ll make it all okay.
I will use my war paint and heal you,
I will fight your fears, tears and worries all away.
Cause even in my dreams,
I’m holding you so near,
And I’m screaming to the world
“NO MORE PAIN AND FEAR!”
I’m whispering in your ear
“I’m always there night and day. You’re the reason I fight these battles.”
Now I know why I fight these battles,
I know I’ll sometimes lose,
But I am fighting these battles,
I’m fighting them for you.
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