Testo di 'Fight I Couldn't Win' di Keni Thomas

Eighth grade, standing my ground

Outweighed by at least 30 pounds

Oh, willie t. james

Meanest boy in the school

Toe to toe outside of homeroom

Like two gunslingers in the hall at high noon

There's no backing down now

You'd just look like a fool

Somebody had to stand up to him

I stood up, and got knocked back down again

That's a fight i couldn't win

Stumbling for words on the phone

Dad's trying to tell me why he's not coming home

It's your mother and me

Boy, it's not your fault

So it's one weekend a month

And a summer vacation

Made a special trip back, for my graduation

Said, "i'm proud of you, son... take good care of your mom"

I tried to be a man and hold it in

I didn't want to cry in front of him

That's a fight i couldn't win

And sometimes you've got to let go

Sometimes you're gonna lose

You try to choose your battles

But sometimes they choose you

Soldiers holding our ground

Shots ringing out, and the men going down

We were caught in harm's way

Way too far from home

Well it's not about pride or the headline story

Not for the country, or even old glory

At times like that, you're trying to bring each other back home

I ran over to help my friend

I tried to keep the life inside of him

Mm, hm... i tried

That's a fight i couldn't win

That's a fight i couldn't win