Another round of the fight
Path seems far out of sight
I hear the bell ringing
My head it’s a spinning
Find myself winning this bout
There’s no time for doubt
I know this is my scuffle
My feathers the world will not ruffle
From ring side it might seem unattainable
Fret not have found myself trainable
This is round three and still standing
The mat I will not be landing
Self respect and pride I have found.
Hi Mitzi. Love it!