The Fight

The Fight

&;#8230;and it's still not good enough, however hard I try
You're in the shadow rings, haunting my tired eyes,
You're in my heavy limbs, hanging on to my muscles for dear life,
Always waiting for a way to trip me up,
Looking for a chink in my armour
That will let you in to beat me up,
You're a weight leaning on my shoulders,
Heavier than all the air,
You're a constant presence - yes, you are always there.
Could you leave me alone?
For just a second, now and then,
A deep breath in and out, a pause before
You chime in again with your
Sharp tongue and your demands,
You chain my heels; you tie my hands,
You're in command.
What was life like before you came along?
If I could remember I would put it in a song
But you don't give me time,
You steal my precious memories and feed them back to me one by
one
In the cruellest way you can think of,
Always inventing some new torture that is still the same old been and
done,
Just to test what I'm made of,
But you haven't won:
You do not define me,
I'm the stronger one.
It may take me a long time, in fact
It's already been a quarter of my life,
But think twice if you think I'm done,
If you think I'm going to give up the fight,
You are defeatable.
You always rise up again but then, I know, soon I'll have the measure
of you and You'll be overcome, for good,
And I'll be the triumphant one; I'll be the conqueror.