Dishing like the wishing well
Granting wishes but wishes never granted
It’s all i’m taken for
A ride through hell and back
To reality – I hope this isn’t some kind of spell
Binding pain keeps me trapped inside
Out of the frying pan and into the
Ready, aim , fire!
The smoke burns my eyes
Wide open spaces hold me captive
Audiences can’t turn their heads from the fight
To the finish! I run until my legs are broken
Hearts sinking, eyes flooded with tears
Blood and sweat dripping from my brow
Beating back the onslaught of a thousand yard stare
Down the barrel of a loaded gun
And run to the light
Of my life, there is nothing left
Right down to the final minute
Man standing guard over silence
Golden gloves fighting the shadow
Boxers desperate for their bells
And whistles break the quiet
Time for a new game