Suddenly I can’t breathe,
pressure is applied to my chest,
and my will drains away from me.
I’m too tired to fight,
To battered and bloody to care,
I wait, as this feeling reaches its height.
Staggering back with pain,
I feel as if I could fall right now,
I welcome the rest, let me lay.
I’m so strong, until I’m not,
And right now I feel the ground move,
I sway, it takes one more heavy shot.
Get up off the mat, you’re a fighter
My vision’s blurred, my heart burned,
I’m down for the count, feeling lighter.
Like a feather, gently resting,
I feel as I lay bleeding,
Let me go, set me free.
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