The Fighter

I should write down these words before I lose them

Or write you a song just to use them

Some day you'll may want to know who I am

Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand

No I am not a writer

These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths

I am all I am all I was to you

The lie and the promise

The great escape artist

The weed in your garden

In that place you're still guarding

Where I am not a liar

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

Few will remember my name

These are hands that can offer protection

But hid me from my own reflection

I'm the book that ain't finished

The sink full of dishes

A horse that ain't winning

That priest that's still sinning

That spark that starts the fire

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

Few will remember my name

With loneliness next to me

Fear sits in misery

Nursing another black eye

On the New Jersey turnpike

I'm counting the headlights

As cars just like days pass me by

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

Few will remember my name

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

A fighter is born but not made

I should write down these words before I lose them

Or write you a song just to use them