I have been a fighter
Since the age of three
I was cut by a bully
The bully was then cut by me,
I've always defended the weak
One's with a foggy mind
I protected all whom I could
Against misjudgment of all kinds,
Now I'm in a battle with low odds
One says I'll come out to the good
Six say my treatment will go on
Most days I feel like rotting wood,
I've only one life that matters to me
She's just over 1yr in age
In my life and in my world
She takes center stage,
She's my mental health assistance pet
On my worst days when I'm down
She gets my spirits up high
By playing my little clown,
In time whether I win or lose
What ever path the Lord may choose
No matter how rough my day
I'll sing some happy blues.
JJSweets 17Dec20 17:38 hrs
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