The Contender

There was a time when you were on your own. No one to guide. No one to keep you strong. So I carried your weight upon my back. Never would I let you fail. I should have known it would become your chopping block. Your words would reside behind my back

Feverishly I awoke from a slumber so deep. Sweat glazed over my pale skin. For within these days I find myself retreating to my dreams. Here is where you've become my nightmare. Fearful of sleep now and the torment it has shared. Pound upon my skull,

The lights are spinnin' I gotta get myself up off the floor My head is ringin' Bet they think I can't take too much more The crowd is howlin' Like the ocean's pounding roar My legs are goin' out Someone up there don't like me Now my right and my left