I’m a fighter...

Me, I fight.

I fight for the light, in the dark dark night,

never let it out of my sight,

tell myself it's alright...because I fight.

I fight for what I believe is right,

because if I don't, I'll be left..

..left with all the wrong..

all the fakes and the bad,

the hate and the sad.

The neverending voices telling me I'm nothing,

but something!..

something makes believe that everything..

everything has it's reasons and it's end.

Where sadness dies somewhere happiness goes away too,

and there's nothing I can ever do...neither would you.

But still... I fight!

'Cause even when they say I'm wrong and not right,

there will always be this light,

that I keep in sight,

and tell myself it's alright...because I fight.

The open scars, the bloody wounds, pouring blood,

but not a tear, or any fear...and one would think there should...

Time goes, and it's still the same,

No laughter.. no joy.. no sadness.. no pain..

nothing...

but...something!...

something makes me belive that everything...

yes, everything has it's reasons and it's end!

Wars around us, in our heads,

Life itself... as it must be said...

and it's ok..

because when something ends..

something can begin..

new, and clean...

even me and you...

that's why I fight..

my greatest enemy is my mind,

and it wakes me up at night..

but I'm alright...

because I fight.