The Fighter


When life brings you down,

but others are around;

What does this mean?

Are you just screening,

trying to sift through the bad to fidnd the gold below?

Whose to know?

When right becomes wrong,

and wrong becomes right,

the darkness enters the light.

To come and play

and cause dismay.

To tear the hearts from the weak and scared.

But there is One who dared

to question, to fight, to believe.

That the darkness would fade

and all will be back to a beatiful jade.

Much peace and love

will come from sorrow.

Just remember you may always borrow

a hand of the fighter!

For there is always One!

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