Round 1
Some fights, you win and some you lose
Each day it seems you have to choose
Your battle scarred, tired also
Of life you live, sometimes remorseful
Each day you train to start anew
What to expect and what to do
Hang up your gloves, courage left home
Feeling helpless and on your own
You half step unto unknown ground
And shadow box evil that pounds
Your love for life seems all but drained
Feeling today, you live in vain
These thoughts that dwell inside your head
Are not of GODS, but Him who dreads
That all is well with you he wants
Henchmen he sends, demons to taunt
Losing focus on what you've gained
The past present bringing back pain
Has set it sights to destroy one
Hells fury flies in you undone
Don't lose your grip on sanity
Hold on and tight to sanctity
For troubled waters await all those
Seeking salvation from you CHRIST chose
There are more than 12 rounds today
JESUS proved that and lived that way
As you must do to win this fight
Against all odds, your strength, GODS might
Knockout you will, just be patient
Round 1 you fight, brings true lament
But on your side, there is a champion
Watching from where you own a Mansion
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