already been in a battle, been battered and bruised
like it doesnt matter the mettle, some destined to lose
a cornered catll attack, cornered souls cant fight back
hands raised only to deflect blows, salvage a shred
in the hopes that when the bell tolls, itll grow
trainer wants to throw in the towel, crowd wants the champ felled
but wont risk their bread on a bet, youre on your own
when the white flag looks heaven sent, save for the fear that skin becomes hell
when you cant find a reason, depleted of feeling, miming your legends, trying to get them,
knowing those stories only happen once, and once that movie is made, that story is done
victors fists raised, bathed in sun rays, like the clouds opened up in praise
hoping the shadow of triumph isnt your permenant place
on the ropes
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