Off to sleep with a bit of S&G
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
'I am leaving, I am leaving.'
But the fighter still remains
Somehow I can very much identify with the boxer. I will lose in the end, but I will go down fighting.
You got me in the end mate, but you never ever really got me.
Nitey nite :)