The Fighter

It took so long
And I was so sad
To wash the fighter
Move back
It felt
Who was to blame
Things didn't work out
The way we wanted
To block out
The lie of giving
To carry out the deeds we pay
There can be no other
Pre-course for living
But to hold you closer to me
It didn't last
But I was so glad
To see the wretched
Go out of hand
All of the poor
And all of the meek
May be remembered
At the'
To block out
The lie of giving
To carry out the deeds we pay
There can be no other
Pre-course for living
But to hold you closer to me
But to hold you closer to me