Slipping the rope
We will Bob and weave
Maybe land one
Before he hits me
No corner-man
I'm overmatched
Wwinging wild
Nearly off my feet
Another round
While he pummels me
Sound of the crowd
Is so deafening
I hit the floor
They're screaming "more!"
Up again
Can't accept defeat
And I can bring you back again
Once you've had a taste
The sting will not erase
No matter what you believe
Holding out hope
For a brief reprieve
Fighting the reflex
To retreat
I never saw
That old south paw
Laid out flat
Blinking at his feet
Beyond the ring where
My guard remains
Behaving as I was
Trained
Would I pass it on
If I had a son?
Would I struggle
To refrain?
And I can bring you back again
Once you've had a taste
The sting will not erase
No matter what you believe