“Fighter”

This world can be a dark dark place 

Some people think life’s a race 

I wake up in the morning with the voices in my head 

They tell me not to get out of bed 

They tell me I will never measure up 

With what they tell me I could fill up a cup 

They send me to dark places 

One thing I can’t see is their faces 

They make me feel low 

Even at that I can’t let them get to me though 

I’m a fighter I will not go down 

And that frown will turn upside down 

People in my life call me a fighter because I don’t give up 

All I try to do is keep looking up

It is a struggle it is a fight 

But I pray in the morning and at night 

Written by: Alisha Larsen 

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