My Fight
Have you ever brought a knife to a gunfight?
How did it feel as the bullets pierced your skin?
Did you fall down like those before you,
Or did you rise above the pain and endure?
Have you ever brought a gun to a knife-fight?
How did it feel as you saw them fall away?
Did it bring you pleasure as they felt pain,
Or did you simply destroy because you could?
I've brought a gun to a knife-fight,
And I've used a knife in a gunfight.
I've seen it both ways, and neither is right.
But we were all too blind to see it that way.
I will never bring a gun to a knife-fight
And will do the best I can with my knife against his gun.
I may lose like I have before,
But he may lose himself and let me win.
But I don't seek to destroy.
I will fight my fight when there is one before me
But I will never go looking for one, ready or not.
I have been torn down and built up again
And I do not wish do do either anymore.
I was inspired on Friday, November 08, 2002
