PUNCHING THE WALL

just some of my free thoughts...

PUNCHING THE WALL...

All you can see around you is red,
the ears are buzzing with the words the wall said
it's a high when you are knocked out
u can't feel yourself , you're numb;
but u can see the red around,
u know it's you , you're alive
the fight goes on , the hope stays alive...

It all started ,when u first saw the wall,
she had smiled , but she had made it clear
you could try but never cross
you knew u were strong , and you still are
you had found what you were looking for
but u were chasing a dream that never was..

you started punching the wall and the game started
you tried hard but she wouldnt crack
you bled and gave yourself to it
but it was nothing that she gave back

it went for days and nights
the pain started growing as you felt
you knew u were strong , and you still are
but the time had come when you knelt

she felt pity and made it clear again,said
none of your punches had strongly connected
but you were a fighter and kept going on
you would rather die than live dejected...
you started falling , you wouldnt give up
you had broken yourself; worth being tough ?

its a high when you are knocked out
u cant feel yourself , you're numb;
but u can see the red around,
u know its you , you're alive.
the fight goes on , the the hope stays alive...