The Fighter

Races i ran losing all the time telling myself the lie that the next race will be mine.
But then a voice told me it’s just a choice.
To fight this madness or shy away from all the sadness.
And thus i made my mind.
In a strong decision too rare from me not to be one of a kind,
I’ll fight till i can fight no more
and then push a little some more.

For the world is just for the fighters in us
and losers can all die without fuss.