The Fray, The Fighter

The lover held her love. She begged him not to go. The fighter wrapped his gloves. The fighter said, 'I know, I know, I know.' Just this one last time, I swear you'll still be mine. But he can't promise much. He goes for one last touch, one last touch...The fighter goes inside. The doubt is creeping in. He swings with all his might at all that might have been. And she's in love with him. But lovers don't always win...What breaks your bones is not the load you're carrying. What breaks you down is all in how you carry. The lover held her love. She begged him not to go. She unwrapped his gloves. The lover said "I know, I know, I know.' Kissed his trembling lips. She touched his fingertips...