Fighter

Your fights are the most graceful thing that has ever swayed a ring

I have never seen anything like it

The way you battle is like a gorgeous melody played on the strings of your heart by the world's most powerful violin

You wear your black eyes as if they were designer

And the scars you show are a museum of your most triumphant wins

When your lip is busted open and you start to bleed remember this

The blood is your blood and your's alone

There is none wasted

How do you manage to come out on top every time?

The losses on your record are forever outweighed by the effort you put into every punch

Not every punch lands

But the punches that do rearrange our cosmos

Keep fighting for you and everything you hold dear

Just remember to keep your hands up and your head low

The insecurities you harbor will soon be covered by the title belt that you’ve earned

And when everyone sees the belt, everything else will fade into the background

My inspiration, you can make it through anything

Hands up

Head low

Quick jabs and end it with a hook

Your fights will only ever end when the bell tolls

And your hand is held victorious in front of everybody