fighters
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Anybody, who is struggling,
Is my people
The one with the color purple,
Who will one day earn and own the ring.
You're on an endless quest of seeking individuality
All while trying to contain your fucking sanity.
Which is pretty hard when the world's against you.
And no one gives a shit about what you been through.
War; war never changes
People do
When the stakes are high
We must see them through
We are soldiers in our on light
The struggles we face, the wars, the fights
Then why must we fight acknowledging risk
Fighter
Put on those gloves and I feel the power surge.
I feel the lightning in my veins.
I hear the thunder in my heart.
I become stronger with every drop of sweat.
I become faster with every breath.
A song for the brokenhearted.
The battered,
The bruised.
A song for the scared.
The trembling,
The timid.
A song for the fighters.
The determined,
The brave.
