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Falling down. Itâs a mystery to me how one man can stand his ground while the other man bleeds on his back. Looking up at the lights while all the boos and jeers try to puncture his one good ear.
But his one good ear doesnât listen to them. It doesnât listen to anyone, doesnât want to pretend. The other one, itâs impervious to the pain of the outside world. It just hums him a tune: âItâs okay to stay down.â
The fighter fell at the end of the eighth, thinking about her while they tried to resuscitate.
But his busted heart had enough of the fights. It slowed itself to a crawl and then it ended his life.
His angel looked a lot like his bride. She cradles his swollen head as the medic declares him dead. His daughter, she sings a song at his wake. Singing a fatherâs love no opponent can take â and no opponent can.
- Álbum:
- Days of Blinding Fear
- Yonder