Brief Inspirational Poem. Hopefully Not Corny. |
Through my bruises I seem weak arms are dragging head is flagging, it is looking bleak. Bell rings, I'm still standing here. Now the champion understands true fear. In the ringing of the final bell my gloves may not be the ones upheld I still smile, standing right I will make it through this fight. sometimes victory is not our win it's in the way we survive. In the darkest of the night there's feeling, scent in the air of copper, and the fight. Though my clip it feels too light. Foes have circled us, evacuation is just in sight. When the final shot has rung, the deadliest foe may not be hung. But left in clearing, shouting as we're pulled along. Wave at him sinking down, on the ground as we rise up where we belong. I still smile, standing right I will make it through this fight Sometimes victory is not the win It's in the way we survive. Nothings over yet. As long as my lungs draw breath The battle I'll not neglect I'll keep standing, stagger wavering but. I'll. Not. Stop. I still smile, standing right I will make it through this fight Sometimes victory is not the win it's in the way we survive. And I will somehow still survive. Through the darkest of the night, I'll be here standing in the morning light. I will survive. |