As the days go on,
And another is gone,
Just remember that you have one,
As others may have none,
Hold on to the times,
That make the world seem to shine,
Cause those are the moments in life,
That don't feel like a knife,
There are people always around,
That are fighting pound for pound,
Giving up and committing sin,
Is just another way to letting them win,
I say fight for this day,
And make them have to pay,
Don't ever let them get you down,
Or let them hear you make a sound,
of all the pain that you face,
But instead make them taste,
The blood of day,
To remind them that their pay,
For what they did this day,
Show them that you can win,
By fighting just that one sin...
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