How long do you need to fight
when you know there is no win in sight?
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off,
staggering on unsteady feet,
you know you’ve lost your tough.
Talk to God everday, please give me
strength and guide me.
Does he put his fingers in his ears,
he doesn’t want to hear your whining.
When is it alright to just lay down
and put your gloves away.
Tired of fighting, no win is sight,
I think I lost this fight today.
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