The Fight


Crawling, walking, slowly sprinting
Through this life all alone
Rushing, passing, hardly wincing
Fearing you will never make it home
Keep going, never stop, never slow
Its all worth it, have no regrets
Its worth the cost, more than you may know
All the battles, all the fights
They seem to never end
But good will come, because after night
There is the day, which brings you light
And you will see you've won your fight
And all your wrongs have been made right

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